I looked back just in time to see our piece of the hunting boat chomped in two by a hippo. Dammit, that was too close to be anything but a nightmare.L...ter on, I found out that the guide and the two paddlers had succumbed to the onslaught of the enraged hippos. Dammit, that was all of the hippo hunting that I wanted to be involved in, unfortunately, I was outvoted!However, at least that was the end of the hunting for the day. The pharaoh and I were helped into our respective quarters and tended. "He then grabbed one tit in one hand and moved his head down taking herother tit in his mouth as I heard the niqaabi sister moan. I rubbedher cunt hard, trying to slide my fingers in her tight cunt, while theindian guy kissed, licked and even bit her ass, as she stood theremoaning in her hijab, niqaab and torn kameez with her shalwar aroundher feet. I managed to get one finger in her tight cunt and startedfingering her wet sloppy cunt.The indian guy stood up and pushed the niqaabi sister so. The Head Waiter noted our arrival and quickly approached with all the dignity of his kind, saying our table is prepared and waiting.As we were being seated I gave the room a solid look for any other that might be a threat to our quiet dinner. As I did not see nor feel any of the others of our kind, I waited for my lady to seat herself then I joined her in relaxing in firm, warm dark leather and padding. The table had a pristine white cover, silver so polished it almost glowed, and glassware. There are tables covered with white cloth and their matching napkins, and even though the dining guests have their nice outfits on and murmur with their flirtatious laughs, I hate the crowd. It’s just the fact that they are people and I want to be alone with my crush that probably made me feel this way. But this time it is worth it because the companionship I will have is the best company in a while. My crush’s name is Elvis and he told me he will be bringing his friends who also work with him.