I used the State Department’s map program to study Kampala and locate the US embassy there. With the program I could expand the images and they woul... still be clear as a bell. I printed off a complete set of the pictures to give me one table-top size picture of the embassy grounds and nearby area.The British embassy was in an embassy block in the old part of Kampala. That made sense with most of Africa a British protectorate for centuries before countries were given independence.Kampala was 25. I could sense he was awfully close to me and then I felt my cupped hands poked with something a few times. Then a moment later the lollipop was put in mouth and he commanded, “suck!” I could feel and taste my cum over the watermelon flavor when he said “swallow!” he repeated this routine several times until his feet shuffled a bit and then I felt him lay his warm, semi hard cock and balls right across the width of my face, covering my eyes and nose. He then proceeded the routine again. There. I wasn’t one of those girls who could pass as a porno model, with thousands of Instagram followers and guys lining up to kiss my ass, literally and figuratively. My breasts were on the smaller side and I was naturally thin - so much so, to the point my hip bones protruded and I looked a little elvish.But I was healthy, despite being so petite.Desirable, or at least fuckable, well, that was a different thing. I was still a virgin, after all. No guys had ever come knocking on mom’s door to invite. He held her there for some time and soon she adjusted a bit. He picked up the pace a bit and started to pump past her stretched lips. They proceeded to fuck like crazy for about an hour. At one point the phone rang and it was the front desk calling to say that neighboring rooms were complaining about the noise my wife was making. She was definitely being loud as shed came about 10 times. In the background she was screaming Im your whore, I love your huge fucking cock! I apologized to the hotel.