When I was 18 I hitchhiked across Africa with my 21 year-old girlfriend. In Kenya we met this couple from Ohio who had done the same trip as us but a few weeks before. We ended up going to visit game parks in Tanzania together.
J. was 25 at the time, a big burly Vietnam vet and his wife M. was this gorgeous Irish American redhead with ivory white skin covered in freckles, with sparkling green eyes, a fabulous smile who wore thin see-through Indian silk blouses revealing firm cantaloupe sized breasts with prominent nipples you could’ve cracked eggs on.
As it turns out, my GF had to return home to Canada when she ran out of money and J. and M. split up and he left for Europe.
So M. and me bumped into each other again when we were both at this south Asian guy’s house in northern Tanzania, the guy who had the tour agency that had taken us wildlife viewing.
“You know, I think you’re really attractive,” she said to me one day when we had a private moment. “Do you want to come to my room tonight?”
Still busted up over my girlfriend leaving so recently and feeling very faithful to her, I declined.
Idiot.
J. was 25 at the time, a big burly Vietnam vet and his wife M. was this gorgeous Irish American redhead with ivory white skin covered in freckles, with sparkling green eyes, a fabulous smile who wore thin see-through Indian silk blouses revealing firm cantaloupe sized breasts with prominent nipples you could’ve cracked eggs on.
As it turns out, my GF had to return home to Canada when she ran out of money and J. and M. split up and he left for Europe.
So M. and me bumped into each other again when we were both at this south Asian guy’s house in northern Tanzania, the guy who had the tour agency that had taken us wildlife viewing.
“You know, I think you’re really attractive,” she said to me one day when we had a private moment. “Do you want to come to my room tonight?”
Still busted up over my girlfriend leaving so recently and feeling very faithful to her, I declined.
Idiot.
