“Shit! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” I cried as I felt each drop erupt into me. My pussy was contracting wildly, trying to milk him for each drop as the rest o...f me felt like I was flying a hundred miles off the ground.He stayed like that for a minute, his cock softening inside me as I lay panting over the coffee table, enjoying the feel of being fucked again. I felt a little sad, empty, as I felt him slide out of me. Still in a daze, my brother helped up of the coffee table before guiding me down to kneel. We were caught up in our act so much that we had forgotten about the husband. When I looked, he had already removed his pants. The cuckold Indian hubby was jerking himself as I was sucking his wife’s breasts in front of him!She asked me to sit down and called him over too. He came and sat beside me. Both of us removed our underwears and Mrs. Sharma had already knelt in between us.She grabbed my dick with her right hand and with her other hand, she began stroking her cuckold husband’s dick. She. 6.8! She felt a great wave of relief. She was free of the General, and of Subira. "Where do I volunteer?" she asked in Swahili."Lieutenant Kaukenas is waiting for you outside. You can ask her," the medic replied in the same language. "And congratulations." Well done Ajabu," Daiva told her in English. Ajabu was confused, as she was hearing a simultaneous Swahili translation in her head. Her puzzled look alerted the Lieutenant."You have an AI translator installed until you've learned better. The radar was a joint project with the US Air Force, NASA - our space agency - and NOA - our weather agency. All of them had various needs in the area; it made the radar affordable for JBG,’’ I said.‘‘Are you still helping the refugee camp?” he asked.‘‘ Yes we do,’’ I said.‘‘We have the need for many such projects and have oil revenue to pay for them, but corruption from foreign companies cripple the projects with inferior materials and slow progress,’’ he said.‘‘Unless you don’t have any.