Free Afghan Bound by Henry Morgan Page A

even, and no doubt the hope of a few rupees was again in the back of her mind. It was in her mind too; she also wanted the money, and if she had to sit on the Englishman’s penis to get it, so be it.
    Yasmin seemed less surprised than David when her mother joined them. She had taken her clothes off and presented herself doggy fashion to him, and he was left in no doubt as to what was required. Yasmin, however, beat him to it. She covered his cock with saliva, guided it to the waiting cleft between her mother’s legs, and lifted her head to kiss his balls and watch him slip inside.
    After his initial exertions David took a long time in coming, much to the pleasure of Yasmin’s mother. With her long black hair she was still attractive, even after five children and a life of squalor, and it pleased David that she was enjoying it so much. He felt her vagina clench him several times before he finally discharged into her. His milky jism ran in tiny rivulets along her swollen lips before dripping into Yasmin’s grateful mouth below. The older woman shuddered with the afterglow of several orgasms that really required a soothing caress to bring her down gently. Cupping her breasts David eased her backwards and sat her down on her daughter’s face. He then stood astride Yasmin to face her mother and present his prick to her mouth for cleaning.
    Drained and satiated, David dropped down on his bedding and watched as the two finally tired of pleasing each other. The morning had arrived fully by the time they gathered their clothes and left him alone to snatch what sleep he could.
    Chapattis with lime and mango chutney greeted him for breakfast. Despite his initial reservations the efforts of last night insisted he took something. Yasmin brought the food, making no comment about their nocturnal activities; her mother was similarly discreet. If it wasn’t for the wonderful memory and his exhausted penis he may have doubted that anything had happened at all.
6.
    â€˜Do any buses come through here?’ David asked.
    â€˜Two,’ said Yasmin. ‘One to Ouetta and one to Karachi. Ouetta is nearer.’
    The thought of Ouetta brought a smile to David’s lips; he’d seen quite enough of Ouetta.
    â€˜Why you smile?’ she asked. ‘What is funny?’
    David shook his head. ‘Nothing. When does the Karachi bus leave?’
    Yasmin shrugged her shoulders. ‘An hour, or two maybe. Who knows?’
    David gathered up his belongings, careful not to show anyone the gold-filled socks, and made to catch the bus. Before leaving he handed Yasmin’s mother the ten rupees she had stipulated for the rent, in the other hand he gave her fifty rupees and the same for Yasmin. They hadn’t asked for the money the night before, but David knew their motives. It was a service he gladly paid for, and if it helped to bring a little happiness to the household and ease their burden a little then all the better. It was a long time since a hundred rupees had entered that house, and their smiles assured him it would be well, if not wisely, spent.
    No sooner had he started his journey to the bus stop than he was surrounded by what seemed like the entire population of the village children. It was as if they had been waiting to ambush him when he came out of the house. Taking a handful of coins from his pocket he threw the lot in the air, and while the kids ran after them in one direction, he fled in the other. Thankfully the Karachi bus was already waiting when he rounded the corner because some of the kids had anticipated his plan and were in hot pursuit. He dived almost headlong into the bus, providing great amusement for his fellow travellers who smiled and jabbered and made silly gestures as if they were cliff divers from Acapulco.
    The journey was long and hot, with air conditioning coming with the complements of those who had smashed every window on the vehicle. As well as allowing a breeze to blow