.!" I became hard instantly! She showed me her lovely vanilla skin thighs... whilst guiding my hands up her dress. She then moan a little... and I kne... we had to leave. I then said to her that we "should head somewhere else." Unbeknownst to me, she took me to a little guest house tucked away in the outskirts of Nairobi. It was a lovely place as we arrived and checked in! Once in the room... she didn't hesitate to strip me, but she kept her dress on... She them asked "Do you want to touch me. I am using this girl’s real name or one can also say, the name she told me and used. So this story goes back to the time of Orkut, I got a very random request by a girl named “Kanu” and I messaged her enquiring have we met or we know each other, she replied with something I don’t know, and we started chatting, I added her..chatting went on for a while, phone numbers exchanged. We talked on the phone and gradually became good friends. And one day we finally planned to meet, she reached a metro. She began shaking as she closed her eyes and lay back awaiting the death that was surely to come. Maybe it wouldnt be death, maybe torture. This cant be real, these things simply dont exist. Its the move, the wine, stress from work, and stress from her parents&hellip, She was having a mental breakdown. Opening her eyes slowly, she was alone in the night. Looking around only the fireflies in the distance provided any movement in the darkness. Sitting up slowly she looked completely around before. She leaned to the right, giving him room to move his hand freely. Her nimble fingers sliding the zipper of his jeans down, pulling his stiff dick out, her hand sliding over the shaft, rubbing up and down at a steady pace. Her hand becoming moist with his pre-cum, her palm sliding over the head and back down. Slipping his hand out of her pussy, licking her juices off his fingers, he pushed her hand away from his dick. He positioned her at an angle, pulling her down over the head of his dick,.