Mey apni bed me jake bhabhi ka intejar karne laga. Karib 20 minute ke baad bhabhi apna darvaja kholke mere paas ayee, aur mere kano me iste se boli �...james bhaiya aab meri chudai karo mey bahot tadap rahi hu” mene puchha kya aap ko chut nahi chatvani hey ? Bhabhi boli abb nahi baad me chatvaungee abb to muje bada lund se chod lo. Mene kaha thik hey jaise aap ki merji. Bhabhi mera lund se khel ne lagee aur mera lund phir se tight ho gaya, phir mene baby oil ki bottle kholi aur tel kaffi lund pe. ‘Tommy!’ She screamed, and concentrated on reaching the roadway. He stopped the bike where the trail met the road and waited, looking into the darkness, trying to make out her pursuit. He raised his hand, aiming, caused the shadow to slow and when she had climbed on behind him, he fired. A flash of light broke through the night for a split second, causing the shadow to stop. Tommy gunned the engine and headed back into town. Mariko sobbed on his shoulder. They rode back into the city wanting to. She nodded dejectedly, but suddenly her head swiveled around. ‘What did you call me?’ ‘Silly mistress?’ I repeated and bit my lower lip. ‘Insubordinate little slut,’ she hissed, her eyes sparkling, ‘you’re aware what such a behaviour means, aren’t you?’ ‘That I need to get punished?’ I asked with an innocent smile, tongue in cheek. I could almost hear the wheels inside her head spin, and then she ever so slowly got up, put the salve onto my nightstand and started to pull her t-shirt over her. Lots of farm land. Lots of honest people. And he was bored out of his skull. The hard-working, God-fearing Haitian folks who lived in town were as alien to him as Martians. He spoke a heavily accented Creole, and they picked him up as a foreigner right away. What they called Diaspora, and kind of derisively too. At least that’s how he felt until he met…her. Florence Joseph. Tall, curvy, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, with gorgeous skin the color of charcoal. And long, neatly.