You may want to read any of the other chapters you missed before reading this one since this is a continuing story about my missionary mother, our house girl and other going-ons. If you are offended by the nature of this story then please don't read it, but it is true to how Zimbabwe was in the 1950's and 60's and it is true that missionaries are not all pure. I also offer my apologies for the bad editing which is solely my fault.
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Rose and I had both heard what mom had said. How could I have continued to call her Mother after she sucked on my dick as long as she did and let me cum in her mouth and continued playing with the head of my cock even after I had cum? (Found the previous story.) We both ignored what she said and that night Rose took me to something I will never forget. I can't remember what they called it, but it was amazing and mom did not interrupt this party.
I followed Rose to a small clearing in the bush were Emma and her husband Joe were waiting with Rita. Emma and Joe were a married couple who worked for the mission doctor and his wife. Rita worked as the house girl at the home the white nurses lived in on the mission.
Joe was a big muscular man and because the three of them were naked when Rose and I got there I could also tell he was very well endowed. He was not fully erect, but his manhood was semi-hard and hanging long over his big balls. Emma was not tall, but she was all African. She had bigger breasts than mom and wider hips too. Her butt shined in the light of the moon and it looked like it had been greased down with something.
Rita was a tiny girl with light skin. She looked almost white. Her breasts were small and her butt was nearly flat. Her vagina barely had lips. She was kind of funny looking standing there by Emma and Joe.