I tried to sit ladylike and not to flash, but it was difficult. Before long, all could see ‘all’ of me. The natives started chanting and a few of ...both male and female tribal people started dancing and jumping around. There were no drums, their chanting was deep, powerful polyrhythmic, they pounded their heels into the ground for accompaniment. The atmosphere was electric. The ‘Europeans’ were mesmerized with the show. Many white women were arm in arm with the Maasai Warriors. The white men were. When this happened, my wife switched to doggy style and was spit roasted. This whole time I was still in my chair, jacking my dick.As the guy in my wife’s pussy began to reach climax, he asked if he could cum inside her. This is a big no no for us, as I want to feel that there is some part of my wife that is only for me. But when he said it, my wife took a dick out of her mouth and looked at me questioningly. I was so horny that I yelled, “Put it on her ass instead.” Less than 10 seconds later. " She moves away from me. "You can take the most perfect moment in the world and you can still find time to forget about everything good and dredge up this piece of ancient history!" "Why would you do it?" I stammer. "Why would you go behind my back like that?" "It was a mistake," she whispers, "but then again, now I can see coming up here with you, no, going anywhere with you, being with you is a mistake too. My life is full of goddamn mistakes but shit if I'm gonna let this one last any. Mary Jane was a junior herself. Since Mary Jane didn't know his name she nicknamed him Googly Eyes, for the way he made her feel.Mary Jane didn't see the boy during the school day. They must have a completely different schedule she thought. She was grateful for that, at least. Yet Googly Eyes was never out of her mind for very long. Was she being irrational? Maybe, she thought. Mary Jane wished she could point to something concrete. Something she could complain about to her teacher, counselor.