”“It means I wanted to kiss you, but I shouldn’t have forced myself on you.”There was the hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Do you still...want to kiss me?”I swallowed, “Yes, I do.”He looked at me for a moment then pushed back his chair and walked away. Shit, I thought, what have I done now? A few minutes later, I saw him walking back through the restaurant with his head down. I’ve blown it, it's all over. He walked back to the table, but instead of sitting down he came around to my side,. Only my Alicia had a T-Shirt on and it was drenched through from messing about. I felt a rush in Freddie fold, as I saw her erect nipples, and started to feel wet as I saw her three friends pert titties glisten in the summer sun. Anyway, I told her friends they should go home, and expected them to dress first. They just picked up their clothes and walked out the garden to the front of the house and onto the road, very quickly.I stood ranting at Alicia for what seemed like forever - I wanted her. Over , since it’s my first cum for the day it was so.powerful and gone.for meters.She was actually shocked and feared of size and power, it may torn her fully.I just poured honey which I bought in prior , boys are just so prepared for fun and treat sweetest to core, and started to.lick very hard with honey. It gave me such a high and tasted really good with a pinch of salt.She was over moon and laughing with pleasure and requesting me to come and drill her new pussy.I was worrying because no. I mean nothing disrespectful towards African women (I've been married to one and had four c***dren with her), but the idea of actually having a chance to fuck a white female---that was always something I know I'd always seen as the ultimate fantasy, and the ultimate achievement, as an African (and as a Muslim) male of my generation; and so, when the opportunity came my way to actually be able to fuck a white, European, female (and a married one at that), I knew I had to do it, or I'd regret not.