A couple of shades darker than mine got in the summer."Excuse me, Rudolfo, but where are you from?" I was born in Murcia." Is that in Mexico?" No, Sen...rita. It is in the southeast part of Spain, off the Mediterranean. We are famous for our orchards and the weather is very similar to this. There are a lot less people, though." Your English is very good."He laughed, a deep sound of joy that made me smile. "My father was a member of the Spanish consulate in Washington, D.C. I spent four years. Everything I ever looked for in a woman. She was a young college student, around 19-20 years old. She had long tan legs, the absolute perfect figure, long, curly blonde hair and the prettiest baby blue eyes. Only problem Abigail had was that she was married, as was I too. Abigail and John lived next door to us. John was your typical douchebag husband, my wife would notice the different girls he would sneak in and out of their house and Abigail Finally had enough. I realize that I am not. You know the country in Africa," he replied bit irritated.We had never been outside our state, let alone the country, so the thought of him going to Africa of all places was too much for me and sat there taking in the news. Luckily, Sara broke the silence and asked her dad whether we can come too."Yes," he replied as a smile spread across well-chiselled face.What followed next was a barrage of questions, planning, preparations and innumerable searches on internet to find out as much as possible. The devil is in the details, they say. ?Stick your NAKED ASS UP in the air as high as you can. Arch your back! Make it as easy as possible for me. Now BEG me to kick your pathetic junk! Do it now.??Please, Miss Nicola, please kick my pathetic junk.??You need to be more convincing than that. Also, I don’t want you sprawling after one kick. You need to hold your position so that I can kick you twice. Do you understand???Yes Ma’am.??Now beg, loser! BEG like your entire worthless existence is.