I soon had typed up my report; basically all I said was that the mortar element of the infantry battalion had done a fully professional job, and that ...he training given to the Kenyan army had obviously been well learned. I made no mention of my involvement in the fighting at Fort Uhuru.As I sat there, enjoying a welcome cup of tea after finishing the report, my mind wandered back to the interlude I had spent in Mombasa. As I reviewed my memories I realised that instead of picturing Kylie I was. On day three, Coach asked the guys who got fucked at least once up till then to raise their hands. Six of us did that, including me of course. And we all were cute white guys who shared the same inner desire that Coach allowed to become reality for us – we all were big black cock whore bottoms who were born to get fucked by hot black men with size XL dicks. He asked us to each talk about what it was like to have another man fuck us and we all opened up with hot descriptions of who fucked us. He certainly noticed, and made no attempt to hide it. After a while he looked at her and said you know, I always had a crush on you. She just leaned over and started kissing him. I sat back and enjoyed the show- it was really fun watching her play with another guy. They were really enjoying themselves, because after a bit they started taking off each-others clothes. She pulled off his shirt first, and then he took off her top and bra. Even though she works out, she still has nice curves, and. She accepted my friend request in few hours and I thought her to be my old school friend and tried initiating a chat with her.After some futile attempts of teasing my school friend, which she wasn’t, we realized the goofup and I apologized. She continued the chat, as she was kind of feeling lonely and had nothing to do, while I was traveling back home in the train and had nothing do either.Such chats became a norm slowly and I realized that we have slowly become nice friends.I have watched porn.