She had reminded him of the tribeswomen he had seen in Africa. Where they were black, Essie was white. Both were VERY tall, lithe, and shapely. Some o... them had been extremely beautiful, but, they had been warned NOT to dally with them. The men would kill you over them in an instant. Most of them had been Masai, or Zulu, from the interior, but some of them had been Moorish.They had, after putting a shower cap to keep her hair dry, washed and dried each other. He had been, while washing her. I felt a wave of shock when he gripped the round mocha scoops of naked breasts. My stiff nipples dug into his palms. “The girls” were used to only my touch on those many occasions when I had to take care of myself. Now they were humbled by a pair of strong male hands. He dragged his mouth down the thin flesh of my throat and with a dip his head under my top, his mouth eagerly found and kissed my tits. This was another sensation I had missed, that hot mouth, moist and hungry around my tender. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. At one point she told me if I didn't quit playing with her ass and pussy through her jeans she would look like she pissed herself she'd be so wet. Finally the day was drawing to a close and we headed to our club house.When we got there it was already dark and G-Man was waiting in the parking lot in his car. He damn near ran across the parking lot toward us, asking before he even got near us how the day had went. I could tell he was excited and a. Barry burst in with a young nymph clutching his leg and a wild look on his face. His clothes were tattered and his purple abused cock was flopping mindlessly out from a hole torn in the front of his trousers. Cindy stirred slowly, pushing the hem of her dress down over her knees and propping herself up on her arms.“Dude, it’s unbelievable out there! I’ve poked more pussy. . .”“Please Barry, that’s more than I really need to know right now. What did you drag in?”Barry looked down at the.