Omar loved the pictures! He kept saying that Mara was "the most beautiful woman" he had ever laid eyes; and that she was like a heavenly vision; an "a...gel", and he could hardly believe that I was actually willing for him to impregnate her. He was curious as to why I wasn't inclined to pass my genes on. As a Zambian male, being a father was the most important thing for a man. His culture, and his religion saw this as imperative; and so he was so intrigued that I didn't see things that way.In our. After 3yrs we moved to Kenya where most of our relatives were. When we were staying in the country side my wife and I had lots of fun as we would go and have sex outdoors in the junge area. We got so much used to this that we had to go outdoors for sex at least once a week. The fun I had was that i could fulfil my hobby of taking nude photos of my wife in different places. On the other hand although she would not admit it my wife enjoyed taking clothes off with the thrill of someone actually. I have no idea what she meant, but right now I’m too horny to care and kiss her back! When she opened her mouth I opened mine too and we danced our tongues together. She tastes so good and her skin feel so soft. And then I moved my left hand from her ass, up to her hip, waist, belly, and upwards to her right tit, and started squeezing it. When she moaned and throw her head back, I started kissing her neck down to her massive cleavage. Zuri uses her hands to keep me in there while I now use both. The empty bottle rolled off onto the floor. All three of the women looked over at me. I ducked my head under the table. How could I have missed the signs? The huge ass and the mind boggling huge breast. The almost matching hair color and eyes. I shook my head as I creep-ed out of the break room and back onto the sales floor.The next two day flew by. I just wanted to go to work and see what Olivia Mom was doing. I went to work early and sat in the break room getting ready to punch in for.