The access point to the deeper levels were sealed off, as we soon discovered. So we found ourselves an emergency access hatch that will take us deeper... It was cramped and dark, like a ventilation shaft, since it's not meant for regular use. Nate went in first, being the bigger and slower one, with me taking up the rear. That way, if anything comes at us from inside the shaft, I can retreat back the way we came, leaving Nate to... handle whatever's attacking us. Well, it's preferable to having. 'Mmmmmm that feels better' Caroline said.Caroline began to kiss me, opening her mouth against mine kissed me passionately as she had one hand running over my head and the other on my bum. She thrusted hard against my cock'Be a good boy and give me a good fucking' Caroline said'I know you can, as i've seen you fucking karen and the noise she makes when you do'.I began gently thrusting away into her pussy, and as I did, I kissed her neck and took a boob in my hand and gently teased the nipple. Then she turned to face Ashis was standing very close, a smile on his face. “That was nice what you did in the elevator Sarita” “You mean this?” she replied, and pecked him on his lips. “Well that and the other thing too. Do it again for me?” Sarita smiled at him and holding her nighty raised it until I could see her stocking tops.Ashis looked down between her legs, then leaned to his right and slid his hand onto her thigh. Sarita’s face looked mesmerized as she allowed Ashis to slide his hand. How I miss my Somali goddess. Still, you can’t have a love story when it’s just one person in love. I love Yasmin, but I doubt that she loves me. If Yasmin did love me, she wouldn’t have done what she did. Twenty four hours ago, my world was shattered into a trillion pieces. We were hanging out at the Saint Laurent Mall, and were about to have supper together at our favorite Chinese restaurant, Manchu Wok, when Yasmin ran into some old high school buddies of hers. A pair of Somali chicks.