Anton, was a bit bigger, maybe 7 ½ inches and a little thicker than me. The rest of the guys in the neighborhood landed somewhere in the middle.But f...r the most part, it was Anton and me. Eventually, we both began to get erections whenever we played with each other, but no orgasms, just that tickly feeling that I never would get tired of. By now, we had also begun to collect a few girly magazines, like Playboy. These would help get Anton and me going even more, and that was what finally led to. We set all our stuff up and had supper, my wife and i just dressed casualty when the storm was hitting the area.within minutes the sky got black and wind was tearing on the tent beside us, pulling the lines out, so that man tried to get them back in but as soon as he got on side fixed he had to run to the other side, and since weather turns bad here really quick it also started pouring down like crazy.Since he had all his stuff in the tent it was heavy enough not to get blown away, so when my. The Commander then turns to me and again tells me to keep my eyes open and watch everything. The jealously burns through me, tempered only by the intense almost inhuman pleasure my pussy and ass are receiving. My African lovers are slowly stepping up their rhythm as they to watch the Commander prepare his new black lover. The bigger of the slave girls sits on the table as I achingly watch the Commander fondle her very large dark breasts. He pinches and pulls her almost black ½ dollar sized. As she goes still with a gasp he slices the crotch out of them with one swift cut. This time they fall to lay spread eagle as like a black snow angel. She once more hears the clicking of the knife but this time it is him putting it back into his pocket. He inspects her body with a careful eye noting she is in good health. He looks over her breasts taking his time viewing her noting they are both a nice B cup and seem to hang evenly. His smile remains until he looks on her slit. The mound of.