Jamba is a bastard, I kept saying silently. Heknew I always wanted to fuck a SouthAmerican chic, he knew of my obsession forthem before I turned into ... responsible man.I was remembering the curves of her bodythat the light gave me for 20 seconds. Jambabrought the South American voyage toNigeria for me, the reason I couldn’t travelthen was because of my father’s illness, itgulped all of my savings.She put her hands down on my shoulder,allowing it slide down my shoulder till theygot to my thighs,. My sister moaned from behind me. I turned, having forgotten all about her. She was still lying on the elevator floor. Her face looked like it had been scraped but overall she looked fine. I reached out my hand and pulled her up. Her clothes were incredibly ripped and torn. As she stood up, the shirt simply fell off of her body, onto the floor, revealing her thin, pale upper body. She was scratched in a few places, but not too bad. But with her half naked, and her long wavy black hair falling. Finally, on the ninth day, another two guys from the office were sent there to assist me. That same night, we went out for some drinks.The three of us joked every time; both mates saying I looked very aroused with some nice girls around. The hotel lobby’s barmaid was one of them; a sexy babe called Miranda. But she was married, so she was not attending my pleas for having sex with her.That night we moved to another bar, not so far from the hotel.During the afternoon, after some meetings, I had. They think it's a GREAT place to live.It all started when they were babies. Jill and Mark were both born the same year, and only two months apart. Their siblings were both born sixteen months later, and in the same month. Both families farmed the wide open spaces of the central plains.All four kids grew up together, the only kids their age in forty miles. In fact, to say they 'lived' in Healy was misleading. It was the town nearest the farms, and the town where they got supplies, and the town.