My Dad was a builder, who took undertook construction work for many of the farmers in the surrounding area to which we resided in. Howick was a pleasa...nt little hamlet in Natal (The last British Outpost). In the seventies, apartheid was at its highest; Blacks lived separately, totally apart from their White counterparts. Fraternisation was not only discouraged but actually punishable by law.When I was 13, I occasioned to join my Dad on a job he was doing in an area called Nottingham Road, where. He could feel her pulse beating heavily in them, and the motion echoed the pulsing of his own. He caressed the insides of her wrists tenderly with his thumbs, and heard her catch her breath. The caress was seductive and erotic, stirring his blood more. He let her go, not willing to push her any further, and waited for her response. ‘I can’t imagine why,’ she answered with a small smile. ‘Surely there is some woman your age waiting in the wings for you to look at her? Don’t ask me to believe. “I think it must be ok if we did once,” She smiled again. I felt myself back in the oven again as my dick sprung back to its vigorous best. I kissed her on her neck, moved my head further down before it settled right in between her wonderful naked breasts. Amrita took my right hand and guided it to her wet pussy. “This belongs to my husband,” she whispered. “But I have to oblige today; for the sake of my husband’s beloved brother.” I gasped in excitement before running my fingers up and down. I rubbed itup and down my slit, turning it around and around, until the tip and abouthalf the shaft was wet with my juices. It was then that I wondered what itwould taste like and bringing the dildo up to my lips, licked it. It tastednothing like anything else I had ever tasted before - but it was strangelyvery good. I rubbed the dildo around my pussy some more and did it again,liking it even more. Then I took it into my mouth, licking all of the juiceoff - now this I could do to a dildo with.