The following story is entirely true, apart from the bit I made up, which is customary. You'll see what I mean later. The Lexus' air con was both highly needed and very powerful, and on the second day when I had lectured to a thousand people, I wanted to chill and have a large glass of very cold wine, and get a massage or something. Najanu met me in the lobby, I think he'd listened to the last bit of my address, and he carried my gear for me, out to the waiting car. He was tall, very tall, and one of those effortlessly athletic people, with a fabulous deep skin tone and a wonderful smell. Not sure what of.
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Like all the other families in that neighborhood, I lived in a three story masonry apartment building with a single front entrance set above about eight steps up top the foyer level. The door, normally locked, was opened to welcome visitors by an electric buzzer which could be activated by a button in each of the apartments. Visitors announced their arrival by activating a call button and speaking into a microphone located on the exterior wall, near the six mailboxes. Inside the foyer was a simple tile floor and a stairwell and stairs leading to the second and third floor. The foyer usually smelled of stale cabbage or burnt grease; cooking odors from the various apartments. Doors, to the left and right of the foyer, on each floor led to the various apartments.
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Affairs Encounters Real Wife Stories Wife Sharing We had been in Sasolburg over a year and it was still a very quiet town and the expats had continued to have parties that were now getting quite wild. There was lots of drinking and often many people would drink too much and misbehave them selves with members of the opposite sex. Now no one really objected to their partners flirting and even playing around a little. One or two couples had dropped out of the party scene mostly because the husbands did not like to see other men kissing their wives, but there were still about 10 or 12 couples who quite happily joined in the fun.
Despite the number of years now past those precious yet vivid memories are still fresh in my mind. Especially when I recall how strongly many of those black studs had a mind to seeding what was for most, their first white, teenage girl. At seventeen she was a flower just waiting to be plucked.