''Don't know how the old bastard does it!' Josh was old, not many Africans in Zimbabwe lived to such an age. Perhaps he was younger. It was hard to im...gine Josh having sex with a white girl. His own cock had already stiffened. It was not just Josh, but all his friends, taking turns with a pretty white girl the thought was shocking but David also found the idea very erotic. Was it Sarah they were talking about?Sarah Braithwaite was the blond and beautiful daughter of Robert and Mary Braithwaite. We spent the afternoon on the front veranda just talking and enjoying each other’s company. It took me a while, but I finally came to the realization that Joan just missed male company. The fact of having been raped simply kept most men away from her. I felt that attitude was about as stupid as could be found among all of the human foibles, but I could not change a culture all by myself. In any case, I really enjoyed spending time with Joan, and she seemed to feel the same way about me.By the. While the thinking was warped, after 30+ years together, I did in fact understand my crazy, wild Jenny. I wasn’t sure that I would want to know the details, but I then requested, “Tell me about your adventures.” She jumped up and responded with what would be yet another surprise for me. “It might be better if you just read some of the stories I have written and posted online.” I agreed and she opened her laptop, found them and handed it to me to read. As I began, I was quickly turned on. The. It was poetry in motion, and his victim, Cissily, Sylvia`s mother, lay full and devastated as the long tool withdrew, as the ladies stepped away whips in hand, all looking flushed to say the least. The handcuffs reappeared, and the lad was rapidly secured again this time with his hands in front of him, so he could not sooth the sore whip marks. Cissily lay still clothed her dress up, her sex exposed, cum still running from her in a river, her stunned husband and the other women sitting on the.