Hearing nothing, I continued down the new ravine.As I walked, I worked on the problem. I had no food and no water, and I wasn't sure when I would find... any. I could wander around, but I had no idea where I was. I could be in Pakistan, for all I knew. The area still looked like what I saw in Afghanistan, but it was a good bet that the area along the border looked the same, whether it was Pakistan, or Afghanistan.Still, if I was in Afghanistan, there was a chance I might stumble across some. “And the lady who is with you has a lipstick of an exciting color”, I added and smiled again.“Or, Mr. cute guy!, bravo”, She exclaimed.That moment I saw a black-haired lady approaching our table. She was about thirty and the one that was at my table was even older. I was 27 only and those ladies sure found a good fuck-buddy. I know that when women turn thirty they are longing for a good fuck and no matter how hard they try to conceal it, they just can’t.When we were together at table, the. ” “Not too quick”, he said. “I want you to fuck me with your beautiful cock.” Still, I wrestled with this, with every suck, I thought “This is my nephew.”, but those moments were once again drown out by the pleasure. We both continued to ravenously suck each others cocks… Before I could feel his cock swell up even more and before I knew it, he screamed… “Oh, my God, Uncle, I’m gonna cum…” Before I knew it, he gushed a wad of sweet creamy cum down my throat. There was so much, that as I. And so I got a part-time job at a local garage helping out in the salesroom sweeping up, making tea and doing any other menial job that needed to be done.I looked older than my age ( I had told the garage owner that I was 16 which was the minimum age they employed people) and easily passed for 17 or 18, particularly if I dressed the part, which I did when working, which may have accounted for the interest shown in me by the sales manager, Steve. It took him a couple of weeks from my first day.