“Cairo., the scorching mini bus shakes and jumps to each bump in the asphalt. His left hand approaching my thigh , I move to the side, the hand is approaching again, I move aside.
His right hand begins to move rhythmically, up and down, over the bulge at the fly, I pull for me my skirt as he clings, looking out the window and presses me towards the mini bus shaking wall. His right hand continued to move up and down, and with his left hand he takes hold of my thigh….
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