She was, however, very pretty. She was in her late twenties, close to Lydia’s own age, with artfully highlighted dark brown hair and expressive gree... eyes that Lydia found mesmerizing. There was something in their depths that invited her to somehow shuck the veneer of professionalism she had built up around herself and go for a walk in the rain, just because she could. Lydia found herself wondering idly if the woman was married. “Okay Lydia, I’m going to step into the bathroom here and give you. My cock strained against my jeans. The head on fire, my shaft throbbing, I felt a sticky bit of cum smear my stomach. Deliberate and cruel as a spoiled child, Roberta slid two fingers over the length of her pussy, top to bottom and back again. Over her clit, she massaged it with languorous circles, the movement pulling her lips apart and revealing the increasing wetness within.Like a surgical patient fighting the inevitable effect of anesthetic, I tried to keep my wits. Fixing my eyes on the. Immigration counter pe jo officer tha wo dikhne me bilkul indian lag raha tha.Kabir mere sath tha or us officer se bat kar raha tha.Africa k kale saando k bich wo bahut handsome dikh raha tha.So, out of curiosity maine usse pucha,Me-sir, are you from india?Officer:no, my parents were from india. But muje hindi samajh ati hai.I’m the officer incharge of lusaka irport police. Name is harsh patel.Me-ok sir.Fir unhone apna hath baraya or handshake kia,pr wo jab mera hath pakre to aisa lag rha tha. Aur kabhi kuch family relations ko bhi soch kar karte.Meri biwi ne mujhse poocha ki, “Jaanu tumne mujhe har ek aurat aur har ek ladki banake choda hai. Yahan tak ki apni maa banake bhi choda hai. Par tumhare judwa bhai ki biwi hai yaani ki tumhari bhabhi. Aaj tak tumne mujhe apni bhabhi banake nahi choda, kyun?”Maine kaha, “Pata nahi.” Fir meri biwi ne kaha, “Woh to mast maal hai. Jawaan hai sexy hai boobs aur gaand dono acche hain.”Fir maine kaha, “Sach mein, meri jaan, pata nahi. Shayad.