20 PM.I told her I would drop her off at the bus stand. It is hardly one km from the bazaar. Then she said even if she goes to the bus stand, she won�...�t be able to get inside the bus as she cannot even take a step.I suggested that I take her on my bike and drop her at her village. It’s 10-12kms from my town. After asking for 2-3 times, she finally agreed to it and sat on my bike with a lot of struggle.We crossed the town and started driving on the outskirts. There were not many lights on the. I never regretted the headaches that installation caused and having to bring in a plumber from San Pedro Sula to finally get everything right. Most native homes did not hot water and those that did used an electric showerhead. I never was comfortable showering with an electrical line in the stall with me. I also had the shower built larger than usual. My wife’s illness did not let her stand for long at times and the larger shower allowed her to sit in a chair comfortably and bathe. Now I found. She licked me. She said, ‘You will need a clean dress.’ Her eyes laughed at me. ‘You have been a delightful whore. We will go back to the ship now.’ Someone, I don’t know who, brought me a clean dress and Mira put back the skirt of her dress which was brought by the same girl along with her shawl. She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and we left the club, down the steps and into the Mercedes which was waiting for us. On the drive back to the ship and in the boat that took us to it I was. She crossed me and her fingers touched my dick. She turned the other side and took off her t-shirt. I could see her back and thin straps of her black bra.I could make out that she was lifting her bra, I was waiting. She turned towards me. Oh god, she stood there with her bra up with both her boobs pushed out. They looked magnificent. For her age they were huge, they were milky white with brown sharp nipples.They looked like huge scoops of Vanilla ice-cream, topped with chocolate chips. I was 2.