Chapter Four. Her story continues…Our life had definitely changed. We began looking at each other with new eyes, as they say.She had said she had f...und someone else after her disappointment with “Mr Quick fuck”“So who was that?” I asked.“Do you remember the other Friday night when you got home and we had sex?” She said.“Yes. You said John had been.” (John was my brother’s father in law).“Ummm it was John. He had just left before you got home”“John?! Really? John was in his sixties. Widowed and. No doubt too, my very fair skin and long blonde hair made me even more conspicuous.The first hint of trouble came when we presented our documents to a uniformed official. First he didn't like the fact that I went first, then when he'd examined Roger' papers said loudly, "Woman you are in Tumali now, bare your tits!" All eyes turned on me as I tried to explain that I had diplomatic immunity. He threw the paper back at me. "There is no such thing as diplomatic immunity here, we only have. .. Surely he would visit me at home, isn't it?Erotic imaginations of what might happen, she surely pleased herself at many occasions, before daring to do itExpectations rise as she calls me from her bed, inviting me for an immediate visit to help a fine friend in needTakes ten minutes to reach her private place by bicycle ... as I enter, she is in bed, she looks feverish indeed!She has red blushes at her cheeks ... I feel her forehead - not so bad - let me take your temperature, my dear Every. ‘Oh, that was a surprise,’ she thought, realising what she had done. ‘There was no pain.’She’d have to look later, but meanwhile, the sensation of wanting to pee was intense. It made no sense to her since she had just peed a little while ago, and gotten back in bed after. But the feeling was amazing, strangely something she had not felt before.‘Maybe it is the fingers inside me,’ she thought, pressing against that spongy area. ‘Never did that before.’As she pressed against this sensitive spongy.