Continued …
…it was old,clean ,had a crude long slit and few wrinkles probably caused by candle flames.
I excused my self to leave but she insisted I stay a little longer,drink some tea as we wait for the opposite neighbor finish washing her utensil kwa veranda.
The lady took longer than we expected with her nocturnal chores.it was now 11pm.
She turned on her music to muffle our conversation .her music system consisted of a juakali amplifier,three old 17 inch tyres stacked together with a huge speaker suspended inthem.her radio played an omega1 mixtape of oldskul reggae with some hype man interjecting with salams .
She would occasionally peep through the door cracks to see of it was safe for me to leave.doing so involved her nice ass brushing against my shoulder.I could faintly see how nice the mothers union covered her ass jst like the vitambas covering the TV&radio.
We talked about many things,she even asked me to loan her 200bob .no sooner had I given her money than her eyes started shinning jst like Lilian muli shone hers when she was interviewing konshens.
She complained of how her husband gave her little money,only managed a meager 4 sex rounds every morning.
She peeped again and i grabbed her,removed her blouse, then I clobbered her wth hot foreplay.after 10 seconds of hot
foreplay,she guided me to her bed.hoisted her kamis ,removed her panty,assumed the missionary position and used one of the kitambas covering radio cassette to cover her entire face.
I quickly removed my g unit tshirt,my new blue Jeans which had images of guns riffles,rpgs allover it and finally my cowboy brand ngotha
l positioned my hard penis for a smooth entry.her pubic hair was glittering with pucci juice,her labia was puffed up and clit engorged.jst as I was about to enter,stima ikapotea ! Aaaaargh tumestedy mbaya,tukiendelea jirani ataskia ,nyumba haina privacy…to be continued