That was very nice. Even though I still had to wait for a long while in Paris. Luckily my boyfriend was smart enough to book me a place in the overnig...t hotel so I could rest well.Then he told me though that he wouldn't be able to pick me up from the airport the next morning as he had a very important meeting at his work. I was so disappointed in that. He sent me directions though on how to get to his work so I could get the keys to get into his apartment.The next morning, after a short flight. I wished I wasn’t wearing my flannel pyjamas – I’d be able to feel it so much better if it was up against my skin. I wished it wasn’t so dark – I wanted to see it. I wished it was getting hard for me... “Maybe you should get off me.”“No!” I clung to him but he pushed me to one side so my body slid down beside him. I wanted to cry out when the movement took me away from that interesting sensation. I pouted in the darkness, but then I stopped myself from doing that. I just sighed and snuggled. As I stared at her, her tank top got caught in her hair tie while the top of her shirt covered her eyes. She fumbled to get it loose giving me time to stare at her incredible body while she didn't even know I was there. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black, lacy panties and a tank top over her face with no bra. I guess a bra was too hot for her in Nairobi’s sunlight. My eyes travelled from her feet, up her tanned, toned legs, to her hips and flat stomach and then stopped, fixed at her. "Yeah...I'm Mickey's girlfriend. Why do youask?" He smiled, Oh, I don't mean nothin'. It's just you're seem a lotnicer than that witch he was married too. He's a good man and you makea handsome couple." I smiled up at him, "Awwww..that's a nice thing tosay. Thank you!"I ordered a couple of beers and went back to our table where they werewatching the Twins get beat by the White Sox. The game got over around10:30 and Mickey drove me back to my apartment and walked me to thedoor. I unlocked the.