I am 46 years of age. Up until about two years earlier, I'd lived and worked (as an automobile mechanic) in Dakar, Senegal, but I left my country (and...my wife and five c***dren) in order to find a better economic opportunity. This is not at all an unusual thing for many men in Africa. Labor is very 'fluid' there.I send most of the money I make back to my wife, Fatima. We chat every week at least once or twice, but I get lonely; and after buying my own smartphone the year before, and shortly. "Two young guys approached me and Sarah in the bar," she announced."Tell me more, please," I said."Sarah had to leave and left the three of us chatting." Jaq was rubbing my panty bulge as she continued, "we ended up at Dan's apartment and I was fully used by both Dan and his mate Clive."Jaq continued, "they both had lovely big cocks, darling. Hope you don't mind?"I was really turned on and answered, "not at all darling."Jaq stood up and removed her work suit, I could see the soaking gusset of. “Just a coffee please and a toasted cheese sandwich.”“Which bread?”“Brown please.”“Please sit and I will bring it.”I sat at the table closest to the counter so I could keep looking at this girl. She went back behind the fridge and I really couldn’t see her, but got a little peak now and them. Her jeans were so tight and hugged her bottom in such a way, I was starting to get hard. Eventually she walked around the counter to bring me my coffee.“I’m so sorry, I’m on my own today.”“That’s fine.” I. ” she whispered to me. I sped up a little, gaining momentum. “Ooh, yes! Fuck my tits! More!” I went faster until I could feel my cum rising in my cock. “You ready?”“Oh, yes, lad, do it! Blow it!”I came like a rabid firehose and squirted some more in all the excitement of me tittyfucking her like there was no tomorrow. The force knocked me off-kilter slightly as I fell backwards over the coffee table behind me.“Are you alright?” Kerry asked me, jumping up suddenly and letting some of my come.