Although most such sites were in India, and most particularly in the subcontinent's south, any place naturally conducive to spiritual contemplation wa...s a spiritual home for a Hindu. And so, for forty days and nights, accompanied by only their mobile home and all its luxuries, they were holidaying in the parched desert somewhere to the east of Timbuktu.Few other tourists chose to venture out under the vast open skies of the Sahara Desert, especially on foot and unprotected, but the two couples. I was able to make out his muffled voice through the wall when hecommented on the dildo she apparently still had between her cheeks."Wow, you actually kept that big rubber dick up your ass this wholetime? Damn the sluts in this town are great!" I could hear muffledgiggling from my sister, followed by soft moaning as he entered her andthe bedframe began to creak in rhythm. I had almost fallen asleep whenthe guest had entered, but found that now I could do nothing but listenintently as he railed. " he glanced at his watch. "Eleven – ish ... Just tell Mr Conrad that something came up, and I'm running late."Behind him was a muffled giggle and he turned to glare at her as he put his phone away again."Behave yourself."She blushed and giggled again.Sam leaned across to pin her to the bed. "You just can't help yourself can you?" he growled as he kissed her hard on the mouth."It's your fault Sam." She told him as he released her. "You're corrupting me!"He stood up and straightened his tie. "Do. ...Oh for fuck's sake" she cut me off sounding more than a little irritated before immediately adopting a more conciliatory tone "You'll be home soon enough dirty boy. Think about the ironing or the washing up you'll be doing when you get home rather than pumping me. Because that's exactly what you'll be doing if you don't give it a rest". Her point was made.We were exchanging chatter about the day past as we finally came within a few feet of the entrance to the station. We were both laughing,.