I was not expecting a reply and therefore was not disappointed when I did not receive one.Next day in the evening I set off to make the rendezvous and... timed my journey to be at the west gate by 7.00 pm. Sure enough your car passed mine around 7.10 pm as I recognised you from your picture. Your car pulled in several hundred yards in front of mine and you both exited it. Slowly you walked towards my car before turning into the park gate some thirty yards ahead of me. I calmly got out my car and. I quickly stripped and had my semi hard cock through the hole very quickly. It was a few seconds and then I felt a hand stroking my cock and I was soon hard. My knob was then being sucked and every so often the whole shaft was being licked. I also felt it being rubbed against her breasts and against her hard nipples. It didn’t take long and I was soon shooting my load deep into her mouth. My wife shouted at me to stay where I was and soon a hand was massaging my cock back to life. Then the lips. Honor, nobility, gentlemanly conduct … lies, all of it. Any man, given the proper circumstance, would prove himself to be a selfish rutting beast.” “I’m your sister!” she tried in desperation. “Father –” “He doesn’t have to know, and believe me, you don’t want him to. It’s you he’d blame, not me.” “That’s not true!” “Isn’t it? For one, he knows I’m a man and men are weak, unable to resist temptations. For another, he’s never trusted you. He thinks you’ll turn out just like Mother.” “What?” She. He wore no shoes and his feet were enormous.Kristen wondered if she were to be eaten. He look- ed like the old pictures in the National Geographic she'd had to look at in Geography class. What was worse, sitting beside him in the handmade canoe, was a small ax and a bow. A knife was stuck into the side of his loincloth's belt.Kristen quivered in fear, praying someone would rescue her before this savage cooked her for dinner or chopped off her head.For his part, Mbinga, a member of the Bantu.