Japanese Bondage And Pussy Toyin.

The views were truly spectacular, mountains with sheer cliffs to our left, and in front, the beautiful lake, stretching to the horizon. Here we would take short rest, before we descending to the lake, to hopefully pick up a steamer to take us to the northern extreme of the lake, disembarking in Tanganyika. Beside me my wife, well technically anyway, sat Nandi, gazing in awe at the vastness below. “Never have I seen so much water, how is this possible?” she asked. Her use of English had vastly improved these past few months “There are many lakes, some even bigger than this one, that stretch from Arabia far to the north, and then right down to southern Mozambique, almost to your homeland. This Shibari is the Great Rift Valley. One day, perhaps in thousands of years time, it will finally split away from the rest of Africa, to form a new island, probably one of the largest in the world.” “It is beyond my understanding,” she stated with a frown on her beautiful face. “But I could sit here forever, to just look at this wonder.” I turned my head to look at her, totally entranced. We had now been together four months, and if it were possible, my love for her had only grown deeper. Although she had taken to wearing more clothing for our travels, than just her simple skirt that she had when we first met, today she was perched on the rock, with a short European skirt around her waist, that I bought in a market in Fort Victoria in Southern Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe). Her chin rested on her knees, with her skirt fallen back to her lower body, her breasts scrunched against her thighs. It was a somewhat erotic sight, which I couldn’t but help be aware of. Suddenly, “You’re staring at me again, you rude man, and with all that down there to look at.” she said pointing to the lake. “I am looking down there, but it’s much closer than the lake.” She glanced down between her legs, realising where her skirt was, and what I could see, she grinned. “Shall we go to the stream and bathe, before I cook for us?” I had built a small dam with boulders and stones in the stream that ran alongside our campsite, it had formed an ideal pool for us, with constantly running fresh water. With that she rose, unclasped her pussy torture skirt, letting it fall to the ground. For a moment she stood to face me, with hands on hips, her legs slightly spread, and a wicked grin on her face. She moved one hand to the place between her legs, the fingers parting her labia, those gorgeous flaps, I had come to love. One finger stroked inside for, just a second. She raised it to her lips, her tongue stuck out between them, before she tasted. “Mmm, nice, but I need a wash,” with a playful grimace. Then she raced off, with a laugh. We soaped and washed each other, quite thoroughly in some places, before we lay in the water. It was only shallow, barely covering our bodies, which in itself was quite fun, as it allowed my cock to just float on top of the water, and waft about in the current. Whilst her breasts were just buoyant enough to wave about, with her nipples nicely showing above the water. We lay side by side, her eyes watching my cock, and I admired her nipples. “I’m going to catch a fish japanese for dinner.” as her hand playfully chased my cock around. Her vagina was dripping wet. Not of me, but... of himself. When we were finished we left and walked along a couple of streets until Mick and Andy stopped. Almost as quickly I got this sinking feeling that this was a rumour that could easily get me into deep japanese trouble. Are these rules OK with you Patrick?” I ask being straight forward. She said as Michael continued to lick her pussy, causing her to breath a little heavily. The two twins moved closer to the much smaller teacher increasing their dominant position and prodding a little more. With the exception of not having a huge cock; I hadn’t seen Reggie do anything I couldn’t have done if only I had known to do it. Her body was on fire. Sorry I am not there with you. Pulling another plate out of the cabinet, I took the remainder of the food Shibari of the skilled and poured myself a cup of coffee. My nipples were hard but my pussy was quite normal. Space in the room was quite tight and pussy torture the end of my couch I had a standalone face pad.