"Would you like some coffee?" I could stand some," Jon replied."I'll ... no, I guess not," Tanisha frowned. "It sounded good till I got to thinking ab...ut it, and I'm not so sure coffee would sit that well with me right now. My stomach has been kind of rocky the last few days, even before this thing with Kwame came up. Like I said, it's some kind of bug I can't quite seem to shake." What is it?" Ben asked, "A cold, or something?" I don't know," Tanisha said. "It's not a cold, at least I don't. I relaxed on the sofa as carl kissed down the boy’s stomach before sitting on the edge of the sofa and licking Adams cock through his boxers. He was stiff as a rod as Carl pulled his boxers down and off out springing a perfect shaped 4-inch dick. He was not very thick but it was a gorgeous cock. Obviously, Carl agreed as he took it hungrily into his mouth as Adam buckled from the sensation of having his entire dick swallowed for the first time. Carl buried his face into the light tuft of. Hard! His cock pounded into my hole in full nine inch strokes. There was nothing gentle about it as his balls slapped into mine over and over with a loud smacking sound. I could hear his cock head pop out of my gaping hole before he would shove it back in. I could barely take the weight of him pounding into me as I grunted into the bed. "You like this faggot?" he would ask."Yes"-slam"Please"-slam"Fuck"-slam "Me.." -slamHe was grunting with every stroke and I thought he was going to cum then he. Most of the tables, however, were occupied by small groups of male customers.After several moments the initial shock of seeing a white couple, one of them a naked female, seemed to wear off. I was disappointed when it became obvious that no one was alarmed at the way we were being used. It was obvious that we could expect no help from these people.A few of the customers greeted Harold and his friends warmly and then conversations resumed. Everyone seemed to be speaking the same African dialect.