She started squeezing my boobs and biting my erected nipples and with other hand she was trying to insert her fingers into my pussy hole.I was screami...g like a hell and inserted my finger into her ass hole and started fingering it and we were in totally cloud nine and started moaning and we both forgot the surroundings of the room. Then she took dildo and wore around her waist and spread my legs and slowly by applying oil inserted into my pussy. I was shouting like hell “osey meliga petave naku. I pulled my trunks back up and we went out to my car. I offered to let Kyle pull his truck into the garage. It’s parked on the pad in front of the garage. We decided earlier that it would be best if he doesn’t park next door when he comes to visit Cass, just in case the neighbors start to take an interest in us.I put our things in the trunk while he pulled his truck into the garage. Then we got into my car. I offered to let Kyle drive. It probably seemed like a generous offer since he’s been. 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 miles from the Entebbe Airport, the only major airport in the country. There were other airports listed but they were grass, stone or dirt runways. There were a couple of short. I recover myself and stand up, wiping gravel from my pants. "I'm sorry miss, It's been...a long day." I mumble apologetically. I look at her violet eyes. They soften as they take in my rugged appearance. "It's alright, I'm sorry I jumped down your throat, I've been having a bad day too." She says lightly patting my shoulder; it feels as though my blood is boiling again, though not from anger, and a feeling a stirring in my jeans. "S'Okay. I'm just glad the coffee didn't burn you too much." I.