But that had been several months earlier. Omar was now back in Zambia; the farm work he had done in Kenya was over till the next season, when he would..., once again, travel north for work and better pay. In the meantime, he had his two wives to deal with, and their many c***dren to see to---and yet, ever since he'd been with Mara and Tomas, and all the different times of intense fucking that he and Mara had done, he often felt wistful. He'd not heard anything from either of them in weeks. The. Again" he said coyly "I.. Uh.. No.. Sir I know we can't... shouldn’t... I mean won't... being employee and employer and after last time... The talk we had about never again... And... I'm sorry I don’t mean to flirt so!" She stammered but he felt her eyes gazing in to her eyes and felt warmth spread throughout her body. His eyes traced from her eyeballs to her mouth and back, even daring to look at her ample bosom as it lay below him. He brought her back up and gave an exaggerated tug pulling. I quickly decided that I would pick her up. It was no great decision; I mean she was a knockout. I could tell that she had a great body because her wet dress left little to the imagination, and the 4-inch high- heels she stood in made her look like a goddess.As I pulled up to her and leaned over to push the door open she smiled at me. I was struck dumb! Her beauty was breathtaking. When she climbed into the car and the door closed I was still sitting staring."Hi, hunk, my name is Leila," she. He was too old for her to make a sexual connection with, or so she thought at the time.Mr. Goodson finally caught a break. Sitting within arm's reach of him was the most beautiful, buxom, hottest woman he had ever seen. Her full, round snow-white tits were bursting out of the low-cut bra she wore. Nearly half of her breasts were exposed and in full view of the dirty-minded old black man. Her tits jiggled back and forth as she began to rub her hands into the flesh of his leg. The head of his.