She added more oil, and let a drop of the fragrant liquid fall to the top of my crack. I could feel it slowly dribbling down before resting on my ros...ebud. I shivered involuntarily. Sensing my reaction, she said, “Don’t worry. It's natural to get turned on a little when someone is touching you like this. In fact, I'd be a little disappointed if you weren't.” Taking her queue, I parted my legs slightly in an effort to relax and just let it happen, her words giving me comfort. But I was. And to my unimagined delight, she wasn’t wearing a bra, which I could see through her white blouse which was not at all opaque. Her black nipple was waiting to burst out of the blouse. I got an instant erection which I was able to hide before she saw. I asked her to stay as long as she wanted and went back to reading the story that I left. It was a really erotic story and I took out my dick and started slowly massaging it, so that I could just keep on reading and not cum. I had simply forgotten. Aur apne hatho se apne boobs chhupa liye. Maine kaha “kyu sharama rahi ho?” To boli “muje nanga kar diya khud kapde pahene hue ho.” Maine bhi apne kapre utar diye. Maine use baho me liya uske boobs ko chata chusa dabaya masla. Phir uski chut me ungli karke use garam kar diya. Wo kahene lagi “arun ab nahi raha jata daal do ab.” Maine kaha “ kya daalu aur kaha dalu?” Wo bolu ab bano mat apna lund meri chut me daal do .” Maine mera lund uski chut per rakha gili hone ke bavjood mera lund ander nahi. For someone in his family, it was odd for him to maybe even be over there in Africa with me. I guess it was for a business deal with him [how ironic is that anyhow... family business needed to **** the treasures of the dark continent cause they just couldn't get by without the good stuff?] Anyhow, I had 'volunteered' to do some missionary work to further my education in the African culture. I certainly wasn't over there expecting to meet any one to marry and I'm damn sure it was the last thing.