She asked for someone to please fuck her. She felt someone's knees on the bed near her head, and her mouth searched for the cock she knew was someone ...near. A hand held her forehead still, while a cock teased around her face. Finally, it got to her lips, and as it brushed her lips, she opened her mouth to take it in. It felt and tasted like my cock, but she was no longer sure of anything. And, at this point, she didn't care, she was finally getting some cock, somewhere. Suddenly, the cock pulled. When I came back home I was greeted by John who was sat on the 'shag' chair in the living room, 'hey sexy' he said and smacked my ass before I sat down', where's everybody?' 'mum and Tiff are upstairs with dad having a private chat, they said they wanted to give me and you a bit of privacy', 'okay' I said, John leaned in and kissed me, I love you, know that don't you?', 'yeah, of course I do babe' I said, then I realized what he was doing , he was cutting up pictures of him and his ex slag. ” “Natalie,” I replied accepting his handshake. His hand completely enveloped my own, with his grip being firm and confident without being totally overbearing and forceful. “And this is my wife Emma,” he continued. She confidently offered her hand to me as well, showing off a dazzling wedding ring before I pulled up an extra chair at their table. “Here give this a try,” John said to me as he poured me a glass. “It’s from Pédesclaux near Bordeaux. Has a very fine taste.” I nervously sipped away. " Great. Now, last question. Is there any cold beer? Michael keeps bitchin' that it's too hot!" Plenty of cold beer, my friends. And of course it's too hot. You're standing in the African sun! Please, come inside, quickly!" he laughed again.The three men joined a small contingent of men and women sitting around a modest conference table in Ngumo's home. They included Ngumo's chief aide, two Tanzanian ministry officials, and another man and women, both in UN Peacekeeper uniforms. A wall monitor.