”The woman climbed off my wife, leaving my wife’s face covered with her cum. She held out her one hand, as if asking for my driver’s license and...reached for her cell phone, flipped to the camera-mode. I assumed that she was going to take a picture of my license, so I gave it to her. She took my license and then raised the phone.“I’ll hold on to your license,” the woman said, “until you return tomorrow with the money.” “So, leaving you my license is the collateral part?” I asked, in a defeated. I shudder at the thought of these harpies trying to pass themselves off as twenty-year-olds when well past their sixties. They are crass and greedy. Dyed hair in colours that are ridiculously inappropriate, skin that has been lifted and tucked so often that their navel could now well be their oral orifices. The smell of Chanel overlaying an odour of decay. Most of all the inane conversation they spout trying to find out what I am planning to do with the rest of my life and the implication that. My company had bought a factory there and wanted me to manage it. Well, I managed some of the female sexual power there as well.For those geographically challenged, Kisumu is the third-largest city in Kenya. Yet, it is very small, the roads are not properly built. I feel like an alien in Kisumu as there are not many Indians in that city. Although Indians who live in Kenya stay in Nairobi.I have had my wonderful experience with African ladies during . I bid farewell to my Ugandan neighbor Sara,. I use to travel a lot on my work as I am a software engineer.The day came as usual I was about to go for Mumbai on my work.It was a Friday evening I left home went to railway station and boarded the train as I had a reservation got to my seat and I started reading news paper it was night 8:00pm train was suppose to leave at 8:30pm,after about 15 mins a lady came and sat next to me.She was gorgeous 38 28 36 and she was wearing tight jeans and t-shirt.Her seat number was 33 and my seat number was.