Well who cares, my cock had no role to play anyway. I followed him into his bedroom. There wasn't a lot in it, just a double bed, and a chest of drawe...s. Then I saw on top of the chest was a camcorder. Bugger was he going to film me?"You don't mind if I film this do you, I like to keep a reminder of all the white asses I get to fuck."I said I didn't mind, but just hoped that he didn't put the stuff on the Internet, but my desire for black cock was greater than my worries, so I soon forgot about. She stood there obligingly, letting Amy explore freely. I doubt seriously if there is a straight man in the Western world that does not harbor a secret desire to watch two attractive women making love to each other. I was certainly finding their interaction and the anticipation of what was to come extremely arousing. It was obvious by the way my trunks were tenting.Amy sipped at her drink and I watched as her fingers moved over Kat's breasts and down over her flat stomach to her sweet pussy.. He immediately, came over to me and I could see that he was starting to get that worried look, “What,” he said, “did I do something wrong---are you mad at me?” he said and gave me an impish grin. That’s when I knew he was playing with me and he knew I wasn’t mad. “Seriously, I want to talk to you for a second before we get started fishing and this isn’t going to be easy for me so listen okay?” I had sat down on the bank and Wetzel set down beside me; he looked at me as I looked out over the. "But..." started Renee."Quiet, Renee," said Ben in a quiet but firm voice, "let's take this one step at a time. We know the tree exists. Let's find out what part, if any, of the story is true. We can go from there." Yes, of course," responded Renee as they thanked the old woman again for her invitation and retreated from her hut.The next day there seemed to be great activity in the village. Although Christine still received many admiring glances, especially from the Mabuka men, it was a young.