Normally when Mira and I went 'shopping' of an evening in the town shemeant just browsing round with out purchasing anything. Tonight howevershe was w...lking with a purpose and struggling to keep up it took me mostof the kilometre down to the shops to learn how to walk in the wedgeswith out either kicking them off my feet or falling out of them. Knowingher usual routine I got a surprise when she suddenly veered off down aside street and straight into a shop.With out any warning Mira called to a. It turned out that the chief, who introduced himself as!Konga XIV, had been immersed in the white culture of Zangara for his first fifteen or so years, but had been called back to his tribe here nearly forty years ago when his father, the previous chief, sickened on some bad wildebeest or something, and handed in his dinner pail. I asked him what he remembered about living with the white people."It was much interesting, once used to it I got, and understanding of your funny languages", he said. I told mom about it and it excited her even though she was a bit frightened about it, not sure about the law. Friday night came along and mom and I got ready to venture out. I had on a pair of nice slacks, blue sport shirt and jacket. Mom came out looking just like I hoped she would. Looking at her started to get me hard. She had on a tight button down sweater that showed her perfect 34C tits and her nipples could be seen poking out about a quarter inch. A tan skirt that came to just above her. As the male squirmed and spluttered in the richly scented labyrinth of folds, the female on his legs held a large vibrator high, much to the delight of the watching crowd, who roared their approval. The male bucked and his stiff cock was nursed by the tube as he fought for breath and lapped at the nectar he could not avoid. Now his senses would be tried in the extreme, as he felt his ass cheeks being parted by the huge mistress who now owned his rear.The camera showed his cock stiffen.