“I’ve never thought of myself as large,” I said, “not small but not large.” “Oh, are you modest too? I may need to get help with this,” ...and she grinned up at me with both hands on my swollen member. She left me then and went over to a gaggle of giggling girls. After what seemed like an eternity she came back with another girl, a little older, but with smooth olive skin that seemed to shine with sensuality. “Her name is Rayko, she does not speak English, but she is…..more experienced. She will. Her grandmother had died of skin cancer the previous summer and she never got over it after learning all about the dangers of those tanning salons and the sessions out on the beach getting roasted on the spit of having a nice summer tan.Lucy knew that I was screwing her Best Friend Forever Margaret in every one of her openings and that the deceptive Margaret was pretending to be Lucy at every turn. She would wear the Lucy perfume, dress in the Lucy duds and even move each finger and her. "Thanks," she replied. "I am OK now but it might get a bit difficulton the way back."With her wearing these ultrahigh platform soled stilettos with theirimpossible six-inch heels and me in my usual flat soled trainers shetowered over me by a couple of inches. After confirming the orderswith the guys, we got moving slowly up the grass covered hill towardsthe fast food place with her taking these small mincing and it seemedagony filled steps. Her face grimaced every time she would walk oversome. As they both subsided and his cock shrivelled and fell out of her arsehole, his semen oozed out of the still gaping hole and fell in a pool in the bed beneath her. Moving to find his most comfortable position for sleep, General Mustapha put his hand in this wet slimy pool and was out of bed in an instant."Stupid woman," he yelled, "Can't you keep your arse shut when I'm not in it? Look at this mess."Turning to the attending eunuch he snapped, "Get her out of her and take these wet bedclothes.