No, it was primal, the way you moved, like you had a need that had to be filled, but it was obvious the man you danced with was not up to the task. Ju...st watching you dance created a burning in me that was all consuming. And that was just from the way you moved.You wore a low cut white blouse that almost promised a peek at more than just cleavage, but it never did. Your plaid mini skirt rode higher than the tops of your stockings, showing everyone the garter belt clipped to them, and that line. “Oh son, you’re a man now. You can make love to a woman and put your penis through her vulva into her vagina. But I shouldn’t be making you have erections so in the future I’ll have to be more careful about closing my door when I am undressing.”“No” I exclaimed. “I love what I’m feeling. I’ve never felt this good before.” I went over to her and wrapped my arms around her as we looked at each other in her vanity mirror. I moved my hands from under her breasts onto her breasts. My cock was poking. "Laying her back on the bunk I moved to kneel between her legs, then raised them to my shoulders as I sought to slip into her without putting pressure on her swollen tummy. After a little manipulation I slid deeply into her waiting pussy and started long slow thrusts to increase our mutual pleasure. Maartje was clearly enjoying this position as low growls emerged from her throat and a distinct flush ran down from her face to the tips of her swollen erect nipples. Her pussy continued to grip my. He would still be well ahead, but at least the African's might leave feeling mollified.Another revolver was placed on the table. One of the police officers waved one of the bystanders forward and took an AK47 and placed it on the table. There was a moment's pause, and the Africans started bickering and yelling at the police officer. He was angrily defiant, but eventually withdrew the weapon, and pulled out a far more modern weapon, which he reluctantly pushed forward. This mollified that.