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Pygmies 1 by loyalsock
Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: First Time Group Sex Interracial Sex, Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster
... in earnest. She sighed wistfully. Feeling ready to sl**p, she eased herself up, said good-night to Mkwambe and the others, and went to bed dreaming of the respect her peers would attribute her if she succeded. She was only twenty one, a prodigy no less- but with alot to prove. Mkwambe's eyes followed the woman reluctantly as she left, he was a married man with seven k**s and faithfull to his wife, but it was difficult not to look. Sarah was fantasticaly beutiful for any man that could see through 'plain'. Her slender figure, the shoulder-length brownish-blonde hair that she wore in a ponytail, her flawless lightly freckled pale-white skin and large grey rust-speckled eyes combined to make Sarah a stunning example of an academic young woman. She often wore thin rimmed glasses that suited her fine-boned handsome/pretty germanic features, but her self-image was generally plain and even in Canada she rarely wore makeup. However she also loved to swim, ski, and ride horses back home. All of which gave her the figure of a dancer, full curves, a slender waist, perky modest sized breasts, long sinuous limbs and a gracefuly long neck. Mkwambe smiled to himself, some young man would be very lucky one day, or some young man was already very foolish to have let her out of his sight. He chuckled quietly, and then began to hum an old folk melody, rocking gently on his haunches as he continued to smoke his pipe. """ She awoke with a start, the tent was completely dark, and the ...
... crickets were maintaining their drone. Something had awoken her. She got the torch, dressed in her kahki safari-trousers and a teeshirt she wore with the sleeves rolled up to her shoulders, having followed Mkwambe's advice to sl**p fully dressed (well, minus her safari-jacket, sandals and cap). After checking her tent for scorpions, snakes, lizards or rats, she put on her walking-sandals and egressed the tent to look around outside. "Mkwambe?" she called, sweeping the torches beam across the campsite. The fire was smouldering, with the slouched figure of one of the guides beside it. She appraoched closer, and found it was Mkwambe, commotose and with a tiny arrow sticking out of his neck. Suddenly afraid she rushed towards the other tent, and noticed the sprawled bodies of the other two guides, twig-like arrows pertruded also from them. She stopped, listened, the crickets chorus shrilled on. She dashed back to her tent, grabed the shotgun and came out again. Her eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness, and as she peered into it, wondering whether she should get the radio and call for help, she began to make out forms beyond the week light of the campfire. The torchlight revealed dark, c***d-sized black men with white tiger-stripes finger-painted across their skin. They stared back at her impassively, holding long slender things that looked like spears. She froze again. Several thoughts rushed through her mind in less then several seconds, amongst them; whether to ...