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Living among the Kilitoki
Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: mind_warrior_2000, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
before such a big journey. "Let me finish showering and then I'll check!" Peter hollered. And then to himself he thought: "No more showers, no more of 'pocket pool'." - Chapter 2 - The flight was direct to Harare, where they planned to catch a bus to a small village. Hours went by fast as Zoe watched the on-board television and read her book. When they finally landed and exited the plane Zoe quickly realized how warmly she was overdressed. From the air conditioned interior of the plane she hadn't quite anticipated the heat that hit her square in the face. Almost immediately, she began to sweat. She wore safari shorts and a white button-up shirt with a light sweater over it. She knew she had to lose the sweater as soon as possible. Peter followed her out groggily -- he slept throughout most of the flight. He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to adjust to the unexpectedly bright sun. It was arranged for them to meet with a co-worker of Zoe's. Nakibo was an agent of EHA, who worked remotely in Zimbabwe and other countries throughout Africa. When they reached the airport lobby, Peter followed his mom towards a tall black man. "Good day Mrs. Hawkins!" said the tall man with a thick African accent. "You must be Nakibo," guessed Zoe. "Yes, that is I. It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person." "Likewise. It's funny that we've worked together for all these years and never met face to face." "I would say it is most amazing that ... we can work together, yet be so far away from each other," said Nakibo. He noticed Peter coming to stand by his mom and addressed him: "Hello, you must be Peter. My name is Nakibo." Nakibo extended his right hand towards Peter. Peter shook it and gave the stranger a courteous smile. Nakibo continued: "I have arranged for the bus to arrive in an hour. Perhaps, you and your son would like to have some refreshments before we continue our journey?" "That would be great," answered Zoe taking her sweater off. "I'm starving." "Follow me," said Nakibo, leading the way. "There is a small place where we can get some good food and drink." Zoe and Peter followed Nakibo to a small shack which appeared to serve as a cafe. The cafe wasn't very busy, even though it was located right outside of the airport terminal and seemed to be the only such place around. As Peter entered, he saw three black men sitting around one of the tables conversing in private. Nakibo nodded to one of the men and spoke something to the bartender. Peter tried not to stare at the men, but he was quite fascinated by how unfamiliar they appeared. Even though Peter has seen plenty of people of African descent back home, out here it was different. They were speaking in a strange language that didn't sound like anything legible. Their clothes were simple and looked rather worn, yet there was something captivating about these men. Peter couldn't help staring at them, but ...