One of my expert friends comes from Morocco. So two age ago I went there with him to gossip the country. We spent about a fortnight traveling and then chilled out a bit at his uncle's house.

This house is normally shared by hatful of people. As you all know, in those regions families have really closing adhesiveness. My friend's was no exception. In fact there were about 15 people packed in this three tale sign of the zodiac. It was a nice building located at the outskirts of Rabat, with a store that sold spicery at street horizontal surface and two Sir Thomas More floor above.

Given this, lots of us had to sleep on the couch. Actually it was not as bad as it seems : the typical theatre in Morocco has the aliveness room surrounded by this high and well-situated sofas. So we were not cramped.

Among all those who frequented the house, I had made friends with one cleaning lady in particular. Her name was Kebira. She was the uncle's wife.

She was an average top cleaning lady, with a slender dead body, a nice business firm ass and a set of mamilla able to made her loosen dress bulge a little. But, mainly, she always smiled at me. It was nice, since all other fair sex were very afraid of dealing with me, because in such a narrow-minded culture it's not acceptable for them to make out with males outside the family.

One night, I was sleeping with all the others as usual when I suddenly was awoken by hand shaking me. Still dozy, I opened my eyes and looked around to understand what was going on. I managed to detect that all the others were still sound asleep before one finger was placed on my mouth to prevent me from making any noise.

I tried to focus on the person who had woke me up, but it was hard, because I usually wear trash and they laid on the table beside the couch. So I reached out an hand and put my drinking glass on. Finally I was able to see Kebira. Even though it was very late, she still wore her hijab and dress, as if she had not gone to bed at all. Both her men and oculus were shaky.

Since she didn't speak my speech and I didn't know a exclusive word in Arabic language, she gestured me to abide by her. Even though I felt nervous with the wholly situation, I stood up as silently as I could and went with her. She led me to the staircase and headed downstairs.

I was still half departed and this helped to fix the billet even more surreal then it was. The elevation was reached when she opened the door of the spices store breed elbow room and all those smells inebriated me.

Lost as I was, I stopped in my cart track and Kebira pulled my arm. Once inside the farm animal elbow room she closed the door and turned on the visible light. It was just a bulb, hanging from the roof and it spread around just an aura of trembling visible radiation. I looked at the woman, hoping for some explanation but she simply pushed me against one of the shelves and started to osculate me.

My centre went wild for the shock. I felt the top of her titty pressing against my chest of drawers and spreading some high temperature. The silk of her hijab caressed my pelt. Somehow this kiss felt odd. Not only because of the spot, but mainly because, even though she tried to act as if she were passionate and lustful, her optic, brim and workforce trembled. I was not sure if this was due to the fear of being caught, the emotion for kissing me, the precariousness of my response or what…but for sure something was not right.

When I finally regained control of myself, I pushed Kebira away from me, with a slight bit of forcefulness but trying not to be unmannerly. The mo our lips parted, her optic averted from mine. She did say something in Arabic, which I didn't get. I stood still for some instants then headed out of the room.

She grabbed my arm and stopped me almost immediately. After saying something else, she gestured the far corner of the blood line room. I followed her index and, to my great surprise, I saw, half hidden in the shadow casted by the unfirm brightness, an old man. I had to centre my centre more to key out the feature of Kebira's husband.

I was literally astonished. But, finally, I could now understand what was going on. Now, the demeanor of the cleaning lady and even her doubtfulness made horse sense : it was not by her own will that she had tried to seduce me, but to satisfy her husband's voyeuristical fantasies.

This guess of mine was confirmed when the old, wrinkled man stood up and came into the brightness. He was wearing only a bathrobe, underneath which it was easy to discern a bulging erection. He had a fairy big belly and some grey chest hair was visible. I wondered how a Nice Loretta Young lady like Kebira came to get hitched with such a man. He indicated with his hand Kebira, trying to say me to go closer to her and continue the show. But I didn't movement. Noticing my hesitation, he got near Kebira and unlatched her gown from the back. It immediately fell to the ground, letting the woman completely naked in front of me. Her knocker were big, just as the outlines of her wearing apparel let conjecture, her leg were smooth and slender. They led to a perfectly shaven snatch. She had what they call a camel toe : actually just the outer labia were visible.

The man made Kebira deform around, so that I could prize the prissy, round firm ass of his married woman. He even spanked her hard, to let me bed that she had no fat there. Then he made the youthful woman face me once more and pushed her toward me.

I can't deny that I felt a vellication in my knickers thanks to that show. I've never been attracted by dark-skinned woman in general, but Kebira, I had to admit, was a really fine piece of tush ! Her yellow-brown pelt radiated under that dim light and her breast swung just too tantalizingly. It took just one mo to micturate up my mind. Afterwards I'd have to ask myself if it was because I was still asleep or inebriated by those scent that I did what I did, but…when Kebira kissed me again, I responded.

I placed my hands on her back and enjoyed the feeling of her tongue battling with mine. Her sassing were replete and hot. Her peel burned like the sunlight of her landed estate. I caressed her, letting my hands travel, one to her butt and the other to the tits.
I fondled and groped her. I felt that her tit responded to my touch and get erect, so I pinched one of them, making her groan into my mouth.

tooshie us, her hubby nodded, satisfied, and went back to his chair. Then barked something. Immediately, she broke our kiss and started dancing sensually to an inaudible medicine, rubbing her body against mine Her hard tit dragged across me and felt really great. Even her ass grinding at my hard-on was something very arousing.

While dancing, Kebira lifted the white shirt I used as pj's and kissed my young, shaven chest. Then moved up my neck, biting my ear slightly before tracing my scheme back down, to my pubes. There, she pulled at the briefs I had on and freed my dick, which sprung out, already hard. Her font could not hide a smiling and, looking over at the wrinkled cock surrounded by Charles Grey, greasy hair of her hubby, I could infer why.

I'm not here to swash about how hung I am : I 'm of mediocre length and girth, but at least I keep myself white !

Kebira took hold of my hard-on and started jerking it. Her touch was delicate and skilled. With her loose mitt, she fondled my balls so that precum oozed out, making the cock-head glisten. Even though she was trying her ripe to act sexily, it was sort out to me that Kebira was not very happy to do such a matter. In fact, she looked at me, hesitantly. She knew perfectly how to proceed, but I suppose she felt dirty doing that with a stranger and in front end of her husband.

I tried to smile, making her feel at informality. But it was her husband, yelling something from the phantasma to push her to engulf her sassing with my dick.

When her oral fissure touched my pulse erection, I moaned immediately ! ! She felt SOOO good ! ! ! Her full backtalk remained pursed, but still somehow pacify. The interior of her mouth was hot like fire, but the tongue that swirled around my glans was ice chest and made me throb with every picture. The fact that she was still wearing her hijab enhanced even more the erotic nimbus of the act. A wisp of prey black hairsbreadth had escaped from the constraint of the silk and was now bouncing rhythmically while her question slipped up and down my pecker. She had one bridge player at the base of my dick and the early went on fondling my nuts. She did eventually begin jerking me, on occasion.

seeing her knelt between my branch, bobbing up and down, with her tits bouncing in unison and her second joint spread apart so that I could see the mountain pass of her cunt, while she looked with shuddery eyes at me, it's something I won't forget ‘ til death.
detection I was about to cum, I placed one manus on her brow and held her rear, panting due to the stress of holding back my orgasm.

Once it had subsided I placed my dick between her tits and started to skid it up and down. Immediately she played along, placing her mitt on her boobs and pressing them together so that they formed a tight television channel around my prick.

"Ohhh…"I groaned.

Kebira didn't say a word, but looked back to see if this pleased her husband. From the low, grunting noises he made while stroking his prick, I could bet he was enjoying the show !

The flesh of Kebira's mamilla around my dick felt great. Seeing them so closely, I could recount that her teat were around a 34 entire C cup. Maybe a small D. They were not perky, but very soft. Anyhow, they were not saggy at all and had small dark areola with difficult, protruding teat. It was a bang-up sight looking down her segmentation, from where my cock rhythmically jumped out. While I titfucked her, I caressed Kebira's face staring directly into her bass, dark eye. Her gentle side framed by her hijab was so erotic : it was a symbolic representation of innocence…her lost innocence, since I was about to have it away her like a sporting lady in front of her cuckold married man ! That spiritual piece of vesture was turning me on like few matter had done before : it was like committing a preclude tabu.

At that stop, I wanted her cunt so bad. So I lifted her up and indicated a desk that was placed right below the bulb. She understood and set down. I got closer, looked at the old man and grinned. Kebira unease was well displayed by the fact that she sat upright and held her leg mean shut. I placed my hands underneath her knees and lifted her up, so that she laid down on the deck. Then forced her legs apart. I took a conclusion up smell at her wonderful snatch. As I was moving her thighs open, that beautiful flower hidden there bloomed open air. I can still see now before my center her lips parting, revealing the subdued pinko skin whose color was enhanced by the amber complexion.

When Kebira's stage were finally spread, I slid a finger along her twat. Once again I had proof that she was unwilling to do this, since she was dry.

"You're not wet, are you ? - I said to her in my own linguistic process, so that she could not sympathise - I bet we have to do something about this. Just relax…I saw it before in your eyes that you want something more that old wanker over there ! ! I'll hope that this will be much better than your usual fuck !"

As I spoke, I leaned forward to buss, punch and suck her tits. Meanwhile I also stimulated her clitoris with my fingers, probing her vagina from time to fourth dimension. After some bit I felt moisture wetting my index. I looked up at her and smiled. She averted her regard, embarrassed. I retreated my fingerbreadth, held it up in the ignitor so that the husband could see it and then sucked on it, watching the old man who licked his lips.

Then I resumed my stimulation. Kebira was moving her headway back and Forth River while I explored her whole body with my tongue, trying hard not to make a sound. I tickled her everywhere : neck, arms, base, hips, belly, tits… But she lost her composure only when I aimed for her pussy. I had just traced the inside of her thighs, when I continued my apparent motion licking the outer parts of her vulva : mound, big labia, that tasty pink indention between outer lips and inside ace, belittled labia. She just panted throughout the unanimous process. But a soft moan escaped when my knife entered her now well lubed pussy, swirling inside it and lapping out all the succus it could collect.

"Ohhhh…ahhhh….ohhhh…"was the Bible she spoke, lauder and Lauder as I kept on eating her out. She tasted pleasant-tasting : firm and a short bitter, just as I like it. Just as if she had recently had her menstruation !

Her feeling raised even more when my thumb attacked her clit. This one was very spiritualist indeed. Every time I touched it, she trembled, arched her back and groaned loud. I switched places : my tongue took care of her button and my digit explored the insides of her womb. I gyrated my wrist so that no angle was left untouched. I even arched my fingers up and down as I slid in and out. My mouth did not save itself too : I sucked, licked, bit, pulled, nipped her clit till she was actually screaming in pleasure. Her hands held on tight to the desk. Her eye were closed, the head word leant back. Her boobs bounced every prison term she bucked her pelvic arch, shaken with jolts of pleasure.

Finally her wooden leg wrapped around my nous, her deal flew to her knocker and she collapsed on her back, while her culmination hit her in wave that forced her whole consistency to tremble violently. effusion of succus erupted from her vagina and I drank them all greedily.

"Ohhh….uhh…OHHHH….AHHHHH…YALLAH…AHHHHHH ! ! !"were the matter she shouted.

When finally her climax subsided, she laid there, panting. I watched from between her legs her booby lift and fall as she tried to catch her breath. It was a glorious sight ! The firm olfactory property of her juice filled my nostrils and her savor still was inside my sassing. It was all so arousing that my cock actually was throbbing with prediction. So I stood up from the kneeling spot I was in and lined my dick with her vagina. Before sticking it in, I slid it along her slit a few times, to lube it and rub her sensitive clit some more. Kebira's senses were heightened by her Holocene climax, so she shook even more violently when I touched her knob. Anyhow I noticed something different in her. She held the eyes blanket open, fixed on mine. And they were full of lust. I bet her husband never made her cum, neither did he care to… I could guess that my youth, my mode and my decent appearance was enough to tease apart her up.

"Do you need it ? Uhm ? Want it inside your soaked, piffling, pixilated Arabic language slit ? - I teased her, while I still rubbed my prick on her clit - It seems you're having what you looked for… - I joked to her husband, who had stood up to take a better view - Ask for it, Kebira ! I wan na hear you beg me in Arabic language to fuck you ! !"

I don't know if she understood from the situation what I was saying, but she did answer something. Maybe it was a supplication, maybe some request…I couldn't William Tell. I let myself trust that she did beg me to fuck her so I told :
"You want it that bad ? ? Very well…then here you go ! !"

I stuck my cock inside her kitty-cat. She was so moistness that I could slide in to the base with one single movement. My balls hit her ass and a sound of frame colliding and juice splattering came when our hip met.

"Arghhh…."I screamed, overwhelmed by the strong sensations her twat was sending through my putz."You're soooo tight ! I'd have never imagined that you'd be so tight even after the orgasm you had ! Your pussy feels like a leather radiance around my cock. You're milking me. It will be hard not to cum straight away…but I wan na sleep together you for a long time, so I'll try my best !"

As I spoke, I started thrusting with my pelvic girdle. At outset I had to control myself, because I was not lying when I said that it would be hard to hold my orgasm back. So I pounded her with foresightful, concentrated strokes. My dick came out almost all the way, before I slammed it back in. Every time I hit the tip of her womb and she emitted low grunts of perceptiveness. Soon enough her legs were sealed around my hips, dictating the speed. And she wanted me to go faster. Which I accomplished with delight. I increased my pace. At first the drift were a bit frantic, but then I stabilized on a quick rhythm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh….Ohhhhhhhhhhh….Ahhhhhhhhhhh"

She continued to moan, grunt and scream. It was now a continuous sound that came from her mouth. Her hands were madly fondling the breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. It was wonderful to see those dummy bounce up and down, when I slammed my cock into her frail body.

"Do you like it, slut ? I knew you would have liked it ! You wan na feel it hard and rough, just like the squawk you are. - I trash-talked to her, knowing she could not infer - feeling at your husband… - I motioned with my foreland toward the old man and she turned her head - He's all hard and horny seeing how slutty you're behaving. expect at his wrinkled cock. He's pumping it fast. I can tell apart he's on the verge of cumming, but he knows he has to bound himself because the display is not over yet."

As I spoke, I felt Kebira chill underneath me. I couldn't believe that she was cumming again this soon. But she was. Jolts of pleasure were waving up and down her spine, letting her spill more juice on my already drenched prick. All she spoke was a low rale, which became an hiss as the orgasm subsided.

She raised herself and let her tits imperativeness against my bare pectus, gazed intently into my eye with her shadow schoolchild and kissed me. While our natural language battled, her pegleg released my hips and she jumped down from the desk, with my cock buried deep in her womb. Pinned as she was, given that I was higher than her, she had to stand on tiptoes. She forced me to spin, so that my stooge was on the edge of the desk. Then she took out my dick from her vagina, stepped back, hang over to sop up on it and turned around. Till this last action, she never lost eye contact with me. Then she lined my iron-hard asshole with her vagina and pushed back her hips.

In one cause she had my putz stuffed again in her wombs. I let out a suspiration, always trying to delay my sexual climax. She looked back, satisfied that she was teasing me. And actually a sensual smile was painted on her facial expression. That lustful grin framed by her hijab was something that got me even more horny, if possible. Moreover, some other wisps of devour smutty tomentum had escaped the veil and bounced sensually around her face as she started to buck her hips.

Suddenly I felt a movement behind me. Soon enough, the old husband appeared on my right. Now he had removed the bathrobe and was jerking his cock fast. I could see drops of sweat on his hairy chest and around his frontal bone. He was also muttering something. Kebira turned her face toward him, but he didn't seem to notice. Obviously she did translate what he said under his breather. By the look on her look it was some variety of dirty talking she did not like.
I don't know if she was asked to, or if she did it to respond to those watchword, but she increased the pace with which she thrust her rosehip. This forced the both of us to moan.

"Holy dump ! ! ! - I cursed - If you go on like this, baby, you'll make me cum in no prison term. You got ta be clenching your slit muscles to be THAT cockeyed. You squeeze me too much ! ! !"

To debar my head from the overwhelming delight she was giving me, I reached out with my hands and grabbed one of those big, lenient titties. With the other I hold onto her hijab, as if it was a rein. I pulled and she had to bend her head backwards. Her oral cavity fell exposed as I began to fulfill her humps with stab of my own. Our hip joint were literally slamming by that clock time. Her hubby was more frantic than ever. He walked around us, continuing his muttering. Kebira didn't care about him anymore. She was just panting, moaning and grunting while trying to pick up up with my frenzied pace.
I pushed her away just a mo before I cummed. She lost her proportionality and fell onto the terra firma. I grabbed my hawkshaw and squeezed hard to constrain my kindling. Eventually I did it. She was down on the floor, over a mat that covered it and was looking over at me with lust. She was also grinning. I didn't need for her to talk to see that she was smug to possess me brought to the sceptre of cumming and that she was also happy I have not, so that we could go on some more.

My guess was confirmed when she got on all quaternary, bent over and stuck her ass into the air, wiggling it to receive me to hurry and fuck her. I needed no further encouragement : I got behind her, ready to stuff my dick back in. But her married man dropped to his genu too. I was so surprised that I stopped. For the world-class sentence, he touched his wife, spreading her ass before me. Her asshole was now stretched and in full view. With his headland he gestured toward her asshole, trying to tell me he wanted to see his married woman's ass fucked. I think my face showed an awestruck formula because he made more frantic gestures to throw me understand.

Meanwhile, Kebira had turned back and got the entirely situation. She did say something abrasive to him, who barked something else back. They discussed for about two minutes, which I used to name up my mind. I had never assfucked a miss before, but always wanted to. Moreover, doing it with a young woman who still showed the religious symbolisation of the hijab was arousing beyond notion. So I resolved that, if Kebira agreed, I'd have gone with it.

On the woman's face I could see again the shyness she felt at the beginning. And also the refusal before such an act, but also the sum up compliance to her married man's will. In fact, she sighted and nodded. Now that they were done discussing, the man resumed to beg me silently to fuck his wife's ass. He stopped only when I grinned and placed my whoreson at the entering of her butt. Happy he crawled back a little, stroking his cock. Both he and Kebira looked at me. The charwoman showed the signs of fear and disgust on her face. I can not lie : I liked both of her expressions. And I loved the submission in her eyes even more.

I leaned forward and whispered into her ear :"Don't worry…I'll piece of ass you so well that you'll end up liking it !"

Even though she did not get what I said, I felt her relaxing. Maybe it was my whole step. Feeling that it was the right moment, I started to push. My prick had never been that hard before. Just the idea of ripping that ass apart was causing my erection to be almost painful.

"Arghhhhh…"Kebira cried out, as I went past her improbably plastered sphincter.

Luckily my tool was lubed with her juiced, otherwise the friction would give birth been too a good deal, as tight as she was. She wiggled and trembled as I kept pushing. Further and further my dent went into her rectum. But it was an heavy fit. I was sweating from the effort it cost me and she was screaming in hurting. I could see tears filling her center. When I finally stuck myself all the way in and my chunk slammed against her ass, she bucked her head backwards and yelled :
"AAAAAHHHHHHH ! ! ! !"

I stayed in locating for about a minute, so that she could accommodate to my presence. Then I started to pump, up and down. To fend for myself, I grabbed one of her tits. To ease her pain sensation, I played with her nipple, while the other paw stimulated her clit.
At first she continued to cry in discomfort. But then the screams turned to grunts. I could hear in those a mix of pain and pleasure. Her arse was now stretched and relaxed. I looked down while my hard rod was entering her. It was unbelievable that her anatomical sphincter could actually stretch out that much. It chocked my cock as if trying to cut it off. It felt amazing. I'd have never thought that anal fucking could be so intense.

After several second of long thrusts, I noticed that Kebira was moving her ass to couple my own apparent movement. So I felt that it was right to put some more effort in it. Moreover, the slow pace has let my approaching coming subside. Therefore I was more than ready for another hard-fucking session. So I started to Egyptian pound her more forcefully. I simply loved the"Argh ! ! ”,"Ohi ! ! ! ”,"Auch ! ! !"she made to suppress the pain every time I hit the merchant ship. Anyhow, now she was also liking it, as I could tell from the moisture wetting my fingers as I fooled around with her pussy.

Soon enough, not only I was pushing with all my might, but also picking up speed. Now Kebira was moaning. And they were without a doubt moans of pleasure. In and out my cock kept going. My balls ached for the hold up orgasm, but I didn't want the intense pleasure to turn back. So I just rolled on.

After a while, Kebira fell under my poking. Her human knee became too imperfect to sustain my buffeting, so she collapsed to the primer coat. Now she was laying on her bally. The integral system of weights of her body pressed on her tits, one of which was cupped in my hand and seemed to explode under the pressure and the constraint. I didn't stop to assfuck her, not even for a second. I kept pushing and pulling my hard diaphysis till she trembled, quivered and shouted.
A third sexual climax hit her. The old man approached, surprised of how slutty his wife was. I could see that his chunk too were contracted for the campaign not to blast their warhead. He was still muttering and I didn't need to know Arabic language to understand that he was speaking lousy exhortation to his wife to be even sluttier. Kebira rested, panting, on the floor, as I moved slowly in and out of her ass. When she was still there, I pulled out and stuck my cock into her vagina once more. She was surprised, but liked the change. Her pussy was soaking wet and speech sound came when I fucked her. She simply laid there, enjoying the ride.

After some more minutes, she turned and gestured me to halt. I did and she took my member out of her wombs. The man said something and Kebira replied something else back, disgusted. Anyhow, with a sad look on her look, accomplished his wish and bent-grass over to suck in my dick.

"Do you like how my cock appreciation coated in your pussy juices and your ass nip ?"I asked.

She looked at me without a pinch of what I was saying. But she did figure out my prick good.

Then she laid on the floor, legs wide spreading. She held them so apart that her pussy gaped. I could see perfectly her hole. I had no uncertainty about what it meant. I jumped on her and, after putting my unvoiced rod in, I began pounding as forcefully as I could with my remaining staying power. It was no long after that I felt my culmination approach.

"Ohhhh…my god…KEBIRA…I'M GON NA CUM…KEBIRA ! ! ! I'M ABOUT TO SHOOT MY LOAD ! ! ! UGHHHH ! ! !"I shouted.

The man said something in a hurry. The charwoman did not even sour an hair, but probably complied because he smiled.
If I'm proper about this, he asked her to let me cum inside her, because she locked her legs around my shank and forced me into her as far as she could. This seemed something she obeyed to willingly, after all…

Once I was there, we both shouted. She had the Forth River sexual climax of the Night and the grip of her vagina on my cock, as it contracted because of the climax, was too a great deal for me to bear. I exploded into her, blasting my lading. My nuts ached when they finally could release their seminal fluid and plant it into Kebira's womb. We both shuddered, shook and quivered. After the first spirt were depository into her pussycat I collapsed onto her, even though I was still cumming. The heating emanating from her boob was fantastic. Soon her sassing sealed with mine and our groan became one. When the endure undulation of my orgasm had gone through my body, our brim parted. She was smiling and her eyes were still filled with desire. I lifted myself and pulled out my dick. A long stream of spunk oozed out of her well used twat. I had really filled her up to the brim.

Suddenly the married man bent forward and put his mouth on her snatch, drinking my spermatozoan out of her wife's vagina. At that instant, he looked to me so poor. Not because he was eating my seed, neither because he was a cuckold. It was the frantic way he moved, the muttering, the sweat, his unit uncured organic structure, those oleaginous pubic hair that made him pathetic. It was pathetic how he was so knifelike on giving up his married woman to a stranger instead of satisfying her himself.

But I did say nothing. I just stared at him, like his married woman was doing. To her eyes all this was not pathetic, but arrant. Disgust was painted across her nerve. But she too did say nada. We both witnessed the downfall of a man in silence.

The old man's hand was jerking furiously his purse pecker and, when he was done eating, he spurted all his cum onto his wife's belly. She closed her eyes as the hot sperm landed. Finally he was done and collapsed to the floor. Kebira opened her eyes and gazed into mine, as if she was trying to apologize for that appearance. Then her gaze focused on my pubes.

Without me even noticing, my hammer was still semi-hard. She asked me to get closer with a gesture of her finger and I did. She took my spunk- and juice-coated dick into her mouth and worked with her lingua all over it. I shuddered while undulation of painful joy went through me. Then, finally, I came again. It was just a few drop but I deposited them into Kebira's sassing. She looked up at me, grinning while she still had my humanity in her mouth. She flicked and swirled with her glossa till the very last droplet was milked from my balls and I was screaming out in pain, then she let me go. I felt my human knee shake under the tingle of the expelled orgasm, lost my residuum and fell to the ground.
Kebira giggled then opened her sass to let me see my cum into it, closed again and swallowed, opening it again to prove that she had really done it.

We gazed into each other center for what seemed a longsighted meter. The lust and the desire not for me, but for a estimable, more loose life were radiating from her. I felt sorry for her and yet the way she was subdued aroused me. Our expression said what words could not. Then her husband spoke. It must have been some kind of joke because he grinned, but she didn't. On the adverse, her eye swelled with tears and started crying, obviously feeling again as dirty as she felt at the beginning.

I don't know what he told her. Maybe he just stated that she was a slut or something. Anyhow, I felt that it was not wise to abide there anymore. So I stood up, picked my clothes, caressed Kebira one last time and left.

The day after, I asked myself if I had only dreamt that. But the way Kebira looked at me told otherwise. It was a mix of guilt feelings and lust.

I left the country two days later and never returned, but that night is burned into my creative thinker as one of the most intriguing I've ever had…and, probably, will bear .