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Pt 2 It was just after breakfast when a young African house-boy knocked at the kitchen door. He handed a note to the cook and said in halting English “Letter for bwana Peter” and scampered off. Having heard, I fetched the letter from the cook wondering who’s writing to me here? I hastily open it to see beautiful neat writing, which said; Hi Pete, My dad’s got to go up country a bit today to look at a broken down bulldozer. He asked if we would like to go along for the ride. He said we might have time to go to the swimming pool at Sagara which is up in the hills and it’s really nice there. I know you’ll love it, so please say yes, Jane and threesome I would be gay so pleased if you can come (oops|). We’re leaving at nine, so you’ll have to hurry if you want to come with us (oops again). As to that last, well you never know? Obviously, you won’t let anybody see this note. Love, Mary Well, what could I do? I called to the cook and asked if she could pack me up a amateur little picnic. I grabbed a bag and stuffed my swimming trunks and a couple of other bits in. My dad was just leaving and so I told him where I was going. He said “Thompson always takes his Hardcore guns with him, so you can take the .410 shotgun and a box of cartridges. See if you can get a couple of guinea fowl. Anyway it’s always best to be prepared up there as there’s been a spot of trouble with poachers from the other side of the border lately. Oh and wear your boots. Lots of nasties in the grass up there.” I added the cook’s picnic to the bag and rushed off. Mary, Jane and their dad were walking towards a bettered old Mk 1 Landrover as I arrived. Mary gave me an enthusiastic wave and Jane grinned widely when she saw me. They introduced me to their tits dad, who said you can just call me Tomo, he didn’t need Mr’s. “I see you’ve got one of Dave’s guns there, well we could be lucky”. Tomo and an African got in the front of the jeep, whilst we other three climbed in the back, Mary seemed to make sure that I got a good sneak peak up the back of her skirt as she cocked a leg over the tailgate. There were bench seats down each side with plastic cushions on them. A canvas screen with a small plastic window separated the front from the rear. The front had a metal roof but our part had canvas stretched over poles, the canvas was rolled up halfway to let the breeze through. The two girls sat one side and Mary pointed me to the other. “No Mandi today?” I asked. “No she’s not allowed to come on our trips but perhaps we’ll see her later after we’re back.” So once she came back, I asked, “What a you doing with a textbook during the summer?” Mommy and I had stripped down to bra and panties before we went to bed. I smeared my cum-stained bush against her lips, trembling, waiting for her to please me. My pussy was on fire. He put his right arm around her and felt up her tits. Answering the question herself, she got up, taking her shirt off while playfully wiggling her cute little ass at me. Feeling playful myself, I gave it a little smack. I had to give the best damn blowjob ever. She couldn’t stop that unavoidable feeling flooding through her. Her tits were red and a little wet, god knows with what. Her eyes welled up. Today, she hadn't shown an ounce of fear of me. I could have hurt her. A kinky thrill. I felt the fat digit slide into my depths while her finger found my asshole. That’s when an idea hit me. As I was beginning to understand, I had a voyeur fetish, especially when it came to watching Kayleigh being forced to have sex with guys that she would normally be repulsed by. It looked almost as if the conveyer belt had backed up pushing them into a pile. "An important thing you need to know, is that when you start getting intimate with a guy, there are other things you can do without having sex." I was curious.” Sammy barked in her best Mistress voice. She sent me the nicest year old fruitcake in thanks, and I returned a card tits of thanks for her as I dumped the cake into the trash, where it belonged. Now get out, I have work to do.” We dashed through the courtyard, raced along the inner-wall and darted down the stairs to the bottom levels. A smile grew on her lips Hardcore as I found her futa-cock held in her banana hammock. My tongue darted through her folds with hunger. I certainly didn’t want to force her into anything. Well, that wasn’t my only solace. I knew from my spying that she loved to be undressed by a man. I woke-up the next morning in the best way possible; Ryan had spooned me and gay the thrusts of his cock going in amateur and out of my pussy had shaken me awake. Important ones. “Yes princess, it is. Are you ready threesome to be a bitch?”