All seemed normal. She kept to the bushes as she approached the pool. She did not want Ngoronge to see her coming. Nervous that he would take fright a...nd dart away.She waited by the end of the line of the bushes and peeked around the edge of the bushes. Waiting for him to turn and swim away from her. Then she darted out, skipped over the railing and dived.Ngoronge was startled by the sudden splash. He whirled around. Africa was a dangerous place and while the pool was adequately fenced. Caution. I knew this voice belonged to a black man.I did not reply and kept on walking towards a booth. The man insisted and then I turned to him. He was a tall black guy, dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans. He walked in behind me. I felt that night I was in the mood for a big black cock; so, I did not object anything when the black guy entered the booth after me. I sat down on a bench and spread my legs a little; I stared at him and he smiled…He stood before me and he started to undo his jeans. He. She knew now that that would never happen. Maybe she would pluck up the courage to end it, this time, as she had been intending to for months now. The check-in clerk handed Tom his credit card back and called over to a young man standing close by. “Jake, take Mr and Mrs …” he stopped and looked down at the register. “…Smith’s bags to room 435.” Jake wondered over nonchalantly and Marcy inspected the easy swagger with which he walked. He was tall and muscular and the tight trousers he was. . .more on those later.I had been here before, enjoyed the booths and the theatre but this time I came here after being at the other theatres and I was really horny.There were three other men in the theatre when I walked in, two sitting in the back of 10 rows of actual connected movie theatre seats and another guy three rows from the back.I sat in the one of the rows toward the front in the middle. It wasn't long before I had my jeans open and I was masturbating to some porn from the 80s on the.