The smell of sweat and smoke weighed heavy.It was a small wonder that a place like that could be found hidden away amidst the forefront of a war, but ...there was an explanation for that as well; it was packed with foreigners. Europeans from the look and sound of them, almost down to the last one.He then saw Nicole silently waving him over to a table near one corner of the establishment; a tall, lank black man was sitting beside her. After wading through tightly packed tables and customers, he. I gave her my hands to hold and she did and I pulled her to make her sit up on the bed. She looked up at me and said, “hi jaan, bahut yada pi le hai mane, air tum tho jante ho mai kasi ho jate hun.” I thought she was referring to her bad state and so I said yes. With that drunk smile on her face, she said,” fir fada uthao na raju” (my dad’s name is rajveer) and in one swift motion pulled down my shorts. I tried to move back and shouted what are you doing, but she was too drunk to care. She just. I was very amazed at how many people just were out for an evening walk.Not just adults but teenagers as well — not a lot to do I guessed.On Sunday the waitress at breakfast told me that if I wanted to go to church that the Community Church wasjust 2 blocks behind the hotel and if I was really wanting to meet the locals that it was a good place to meet thepeople that had been around for years and years. With nothing on my agenda and since I haven't been in achurch in years unless it was for a. He wouldn't know if I slid a couple fingers into my cunt and fingered myself, would he? No, no, I am going to be a good girl and wait... it will be worth the wait...Toweling off and drying my light red hair with the blow dryer, I curl most of my waist-length ends, and then work my mop into a messy bun towards the top, letting the ringlets cascade down a bit to my neck, knowing that he loves playing with my hair. Quickly I do my makeup... just enough to emphasize my light-grey eyes, a little.