'Hi,' I whispered, Tony took my hand and pulled me into his room. In side tony closed the door and dropped his pants 'this time I want you to bend ove...r the desk,' Tony said. I looked at him in disbelief, 'are you serious,' I said. Tony didn't say another word, he removed my robe and bent me over the deck, my aching anus exposed to him and at his mercy, Tony rubbed some lubricant into my butt crack, it was oh so soothing. Tony rubbed his sweet penis head up and down the crack of my ass till. Okay?” I said.“Okay,” she said, suspicion written all over her face.“Ann, I’ve fallen for you,” I said. I was shaking in my boots, well, figuratively speaking.She stared at me. “Jim...” she started and stopped. I had a bad feeling.“Never mind. I can see...” I started.“No! I have the same kinds of feelings for you. But...” she said.“Okay, but ‘but’?” I said.“Are you sure, Jim? I know or think I know that you still have feelings for you ex. I am not gonna be good as a fill in woman for you. The. That was so surprising, considering the way whites had treated all of Africa over the years; but Tomas' sincerity seemed genuine.Looking back on it now, those days when Tomas and Mara were in Agadir, almost seem slightly unreal; and yet, I know it was very real, indeed! Mara was the first white female I'd ever had sex with. My previous sexual experiences had all been, understandably, with other African women; and not to disrespect my African sisters...but having sex with Mara was like a dream. Before she could finish, I blurted out, "Fuck your washing machine..." and threw her over my shoulder and carried her to her bedroom. Once on the bed, she took off her shirt, exposing the most beautiful pair of breasts I've ever seen. Almost like a caveman who's never seen a woman, I stood her up, turned her back to me, and massaged her breasts while slowly kissing her neck. She turned to me, kissing my chest and moving lower and lower, down to my partially zipped pants. Once the pants were.