This was a regular ol' pick a girl and fuck place, or grab a drink in the meantime. So I made my way to her, music banging, and my heart racing out of...my chest. She was fiddling with her phone as I approached. "Sawubona sisi" I said with a tone too low to be picked up by any ear in this loud room"Huh?" She inquired"Bengithi..." I adjusted my voice to be louder so she could hear me properly"Bengithi, Ngiyak'thanda lokhu engikubonayo, can we go upstairs uyongbonisa kahle?" Naughty boy" she said. Mom tugged the seams straight. "That fits very well, as though tailoredfor you."Hmm, what did she mean by that? Hardly the springy stockings. Maybe thecorselet.Now she held the breast forms in her hands. "I didn't know that thesestill existed." She looked at my chest. "It appears to be about the samesize. Well, now you have replacements if something happens to yours."I didn't want to hope for that. An accident with the breast forms wouldbe more than painful."These look better than mine. Can't I. You can talk about that later.’ I was perplexed about the reaction, thinking that it would be met with disappointment rather. I mean, even if I had money to spend I wasn’t exactly rich enough to take her to an expensive restaurant and an exclusive show, so why the cheering? I got an explanation after the practice when we met outside their locker-room. ‘Karen, why were you so happy when I showed you my ticket? Wouldn’t you prefer to date an oil-tycoon rather than me?’ ‘That was the whole. My god, I am finger fucking my first pussy. My finger is now about half way in and I am just slowly going in and out and my finger is getting wet from her juces. Then it happens, I feel her pussy muscles contract around my finger. Oh crap, shes awake! I click off the flash light and play possom, still with my finger in her pussy. I dont move. It seems like minutes that I am stuck there, but I am sure it was only a short time that I figured out that she was still asleep and that it must.