I decided to try my luck with her. Next day I went to her shop in the afternoon on pretext of buying a book. As I entered she realized it was me. She ...miled at me invitingly. I got the book and left her shop. This went on for quite a few days.Soon enough we began to talk freely. I came to know her name was Neha and she was married with one kid. After about a month I went to her shop in the afternoon and saw that her husband wasn’t at the shop. I bought a diary and when I was about to leave, she. I got between her legs and it was funny, there was no smell like I thought there would be. I took in all of her aroma though and she just smelled incredible. I started kissing it and rubbing my nose and chin all over it and the instant she felt my tongue touch her clit she let out a long moan. From the first time I ever went down on a girl I loved it and I have never had a compliant about how I do it. I licked, sucked and played with her until she was squirming around and saying softly "Make my. It all seemed like a fantasy dream on fast forward.My wife and I had arrived in Rabat, the Moroccan capital, less than a week ago to take up a position at the British Embassy. Peter, my new boss, was putting us up in his Residence until our own accommodation became available at the end of the week. He and his girlfriend, Charlotte, had been fantastic hosts whilst we settled in. Yesterday, when I’d started my first day at work, Charlotte had taken Sam shopping in the local markets. They had. I looked over at her, saw the sweat dripping down her forehead. I cranked up the AC another notch. She turned up the radio and I groaned at the song choice. Some Ed Sheeran breakup song."Letting me listen to my music is the least you could do since you were late." My eyes glanced down to the reason I was late, her feet. One foot was tucked inside her slip on Toms shoe, the other was... crossed over, dangling the shoe. I could see that she wasn't wearing any socks. I felt myself harden.