Rick's pale skin, deep blue eyes, and shoulder-length, curly, blonde hair, caused many to label him a "hippie". Donna, from a similar background and middle-class environment, matched Rick's height, but was 15 pounds lighter. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was "well maintained", a regular exerciser and, of course, very knowledgeable about the use of cosmetics. She had perfect skin, and was quite attractive, even without makeup. The couple were frequent attendees of services at a small, conservative Christian church, but were not public in their expression of their beliefs. The young pair had no children, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an active, if not creative sex life and were deeply in love. asian If one were to paint a picture of the perfect American couple, it might look very much like Rick and Donna. Both were passionate about their hobbies; Donna with her art, realistic pencil drawings and watercolors of flora and fauna, and Rick, digital photography of all forms of wildlife. Africa was very rich in subject matter, and the couple entered the van taking them to Hatfield with great enthusiasm and anticipation. The amateur journey was beginning. On the first day actually spent in the bush, Rick and his guide, Eric, and support group were following the example of the animals and taking a break. The early morning photo expedition had been successful, and the group was in anal a celebratory mood. Rick, sweating profusely, sat down on a fallen tree near the small stream tight where the group had stopped for their mid-day break. Lunch, prepared for at the direction of safari leader and guide, Eric, would be simple. The assistant chef and Hardcore general gofer, Watsumi, was a small, round, lighter skinned black in his late teens. Watsumi was subservient to, and badly treated by his two fellow tribesmen, Haranga and Marshu. Both were older, in their twenties, muscular, tall and lean, and with coal black pigmentation. They did the heavy work, loading and unloading the gear from the Land Rover, and carrying Rick's camera gear and equipment when the men found it necessary to pursue photo targets on foot. Soon all three of the participants were moaning, which was music to Mike’s ears. That was great. Still, she kept sniffing her hand every few seconds. Despite my maternal desires not to hurt her, I couldn’t help but hope that Lucilla would goad her into taking all of me. I wanted to feel every inch of myself buried in my daughter, and the need was beginning to bleed through my gentle disposition. Her tits were covered with dozens of drops of wax where I had tipped burning candles over them earlier. “Also… I dunno. The only clothes she had left now were skirts and anal thin low cut or button up tops. “Strip! She sucked it gently and then flicked her tongue across the underside. The only sounds coming from Hardcore either one of us were grunts and moans as we fucked. Kate and I walked towards the road and Sam and tight Cassie amateur walked asian the other way along the beach.