“No…no,” I responded, not knowing where to look. “I’ve just moved in to number 8,” he said, “and saw your car in the drive. I wondered i...f you might have some milk”. His gazed returned to the two bulges in my shirt. “Of course,” I replied. Adding, without thinking, “Why don’t you come in?” As I spoke, I wanted the earth to open up. Here I was, sporting male attire but with bumps where they ought not to be, and I had just invited this new neighbour into my home. “Thanks,” he said, responding. My erection was getting beyond control and it was again peeping out of my towel. She took my dick in her hand and started moving her hands softly all along the length of my dick . I was getting more excited by the way she was doing it she was teasing me rather than holding my dick properly in her hand. I held both her boobs, one each in my hand and begin to squeeze them slowly and sometimes very hard, enjoying to my full extent.Meanwhile she also started moving her hand on my erection giving. I wanted to thank the dark-skinned impaler of my private place for his welcomed efforts but I knew he would not understand my words. I guess, the sound of my grunts and groans of pleasure managed to get the message across to him that I was most appreciative of his talented work between my legs.After the young lad in possession of my face held my head motionless as he sprinkled his copious load down my gullet, I was able to look up and see the honeymoon couple stretched out across two of our. Despite my backlog in French, I can still understand them well. They also ask me everything. They want to know about the Netherlands and whether I have a wife and c***dren. I answer the last question honestly. Mali is not a very gay-friendly country, but they smile at me kindly. Then they switch to Bambara, which I don't understand at all. In the meantime, Maalik looks at me in an exploratory way. To break the tension I say that lunch has tasted delicious and that I am going to take an.