'Ron arrived home and he filled me in. He met this young black man in the mall. He was a freshman at college and had played soccer in Africa. Ron said...he asked Zola if he would like to make love to a white wife and after some discussion he had agreed. Now I was actually looking forward to meeting him although I was nervous. I prepared dinner with wine and my husband answered the door bell and invited Zola in.I greeted a handsome young African man, the blackest I had ever seen. I thought, "Wow. My lips traced kisses along her exposed collarbone and throat. At her jaw line, I paused briefly…only to turn and nuzzle against her pulse. With a quick flicker of my tongue, I retraced the same trail, finding the soft hollow of her throat this time… stopping just above her lips. A soft exhale marked her agreement as her hands crept beneath the jacket I wore, pressing warmly to the shirt beneath. Sliding my hands to each side of her throat, I slipped my thumbs along the front, sliding from. With nothing on I went out of our tent and looked around. I saw nothing that would make that noise. So instead of staying in the tent with her I went for a naked walk down by the river. As I got closer to the river I heard the sound of heavy breathing and moaning. I hid behind a bush and saw a young man sitting on the river bank just stroking off his cock. I was wondering was he the monster and was he just a villager trying to fool everyone. As I stepped out from behind the bush and said Hi. Her ass was a little bubble of joy. Her slouch made it stick out and her bare, rounded belly stick out in front. Her breasts were looking very tasty too. Slice the tops off jumbo muffins and stick 'em under a tight shirt. That's the picture."How old are you, Marlene?"She flashed me a tight eyed look. "Sixteen," she said after a moment.I tilted my head."Okay, fourteen, but I'm a sophomore." She blinked and looked away. "I'll be fifteen in August." Her eyes darted back to mine. "I skipped second.