I blushed again, "Mercy and David, you are wonderful, but I think both of you need glasses."
Mercy's soft palm moved from my arm to my shoulder, "If you wish us to wear glasses, we'll do it."
I tried to change the subject, "Tell me about Kenya. I heard it has great safaris."
Her hand continued gingerly trailing my body and she murmured, "In our room, we have pictures of our homeland. We'll be happy to show you."
With David's body touching non-touching mine on the left and smelling Mercy's sweet floral scent on my right I was trapped. Or that was what I told myself, even though I was a much more willing participant than I allowed myself to admit.
As I was debating whether to accept their offer, I felt David's rigid c**k pressing against me and Mercy's firm tit touching my arm. The sign
