Their chauffeur, Joseph Maaisai, lived by himself in the Stanford's old carriage house. It no longer housed a 'carriage' or a horse and buggy for that...matter but instead was the garage for an old Jaguar that was in constant state of disrepair. Fortunately, Joseph was pretty good at fixing up the Jag when it broke every so often and was able to get one of the local mechanics in Nairobi to come out to the Stanford mansion from time to time to do the more intricate repairs. As was the custom, the. We were inseparable. Are friendship took a change one day.We were young and had zero sexual experience, but as boys are, we had to be extra cocky. We joked and bragged about how big our dicks were, joked about how the other guy was small. But then one day he said he wanted to make a bet. He said he bet his dick was bigger than mine, and if it was, I'd have to suck it. Despite both of us being straight, neither of us had blowjobs before, so the idea was tempting. I measured mine at 6" and felt I. Now coming to the story, we both went to the same college and I was infatuated with her. I loved the way she let her hair loose and I loved her curly hair. We got to talking on Facebook and sometimes we would talk for the whole day. One day she invited me to her home for lunch and I readily agreed to go as I could stare at her all I want at her home. She lived with her uncle and aunt and as she invited me on a working day no one would be home. I was eagerly waiting for the day. I woke up really. As your hands push my legs back I cannot wait to return the favour.. I move down your body with mine until I’m between your legs on my tummy..I lick and kiss your swollen head, looking into your eyes getting your full reaction.. I draw it into my mouth still looking at you until I can’t keep eye contact..I break off and concentrate on what I am doing. I go back to the head of your cock and suck and lick it, the tip of my tongue flicking along the sensitive ridge. I apply more suction until the.