Then as it was turning night and she went to her hostel.Then, at the night we made plan to bunk the class and she will come to my place at 6 in the mo...ning. That night I made all the arrangements of flowers, candles, chocolates, red roses grapes and strawberries. When she came she was stunned by everything. She hugged me tightly and said make me yours. I opened her buckle and freed her hairs and we started kissing each others slowly enjoying each moment of it. Our saliva met like hell and then. I wanted to scream out for her to stop but at the same time I was fascinated with the situation that had come about. I had a sick feeling and at the same time an excitement of what was about to happen. I watched and my wife positioned her pussy at the edge of the bed then I saw her reach between her legs as to guide the stranger’s dick in her pussy. It wasn’t long until I could see her body slowly jerking as she gripped the bed covers and starting fucking like a wild woman. He huge cock pounded. She had found variously coloured gemstones in various settings. The range of African musical instruments had surprised her none had been electronic of course! Furniture had frequently been ornate carved wood, or cane.It had all been so much different than back home and she had drunk it all in, realising that it would be a long time before she got bored with the shops in Harare. She had not been able to travel anywhere without being the centre of attention. She had been surprised to see so many. Would he simple ram inside and break that seal? No, he replaced her fingers with his own and started to lap at her crevice with his tongue. She was nervous and young and not producing lots of fluid. She wasn’t sure if she was meant to enjoy what was happening. Her mother had told her what to expect – the entrance, the pain, the man on top and inside. Smetna had not expected him to be so interested and patient, she had thought he would fuck her daughter to a painful mess; “Piss”. What? Had he.