Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

Chapter 081



　　Mom frowned coldly, her pretty face showed anger, and her red lips looked as bright as July cherries. 
　　Perhaps because she was angry at Sam's repeated late arrivals, the pink apron her mother wore fully wrapped her two voluptuous-looking breasts, and swayed softly with the rhythm of her chest breathing. 
　　"...He said I should go home first, so I came back. Maybe I went out to play again." I looked at my mother's slightly angry look, but I didn't dare to say anything more to get angry and went straight to the bathroom. 
　　My mother's delicate angry face echoed in my mind, and I couldn't figure out what happened in the bathroom last night. 
　　After cleaning, I returned to the living room. Dad was still lying on the sofa reading the newspaper in his hand. 
　　"Dad, what did you do in Africa before?" I thought about what my father said when Sam brought a bottle of African wine some time ago that he went to Africa for half a year. 
　　"Why are you asking about this?" Dad looked at me and said. 
　　"Well, I remember you said that I was curious about what it's like over there in Africa." I replied. 
　　"Africa?" Dad wrinkled his stern eyebrows. 
　　"When I went to Kenya, it was very poor there. Many children your age wore clothes that children in our country were not allowed to send." Dad collected the newspaper and looked at me and said. 
　　"That's true, but it seems like Sam said he was quite rich." Sam gave me the impression that he was a second-generation rich man. 
　　"It's very possible, because Sam is a South African. There are also developed and poor countries in Africa. I went to Kenya. At that time, our country was a very backward country when we went to provide support." Dad explained. 
　　"Yes." I nodded. 
　　"But South Africa is the only country in Africa that has developed better, while other countries are very lagging behind." Dad frowned.
　　"When we were in Kenya, one of their most noble things was the wine that Sam gave us to drink a few days ago. It is said that only the local tribal chiefs could drink it. When we used to build construction for them, the locals gave us We drank that kind of wine, it was delicious, haha, if it weren’t for Sam, I would have forgotten the taste.” Dad seemed to miss the feeling of aiding Africa. 
　　"That's it." I said half-understanding. 
　　"Actually, the reason for poverty in Africa is not the poor environment." Dad picked up the water glass on the table and drank. 
　　"What is that?" I asked puzzled. 
　　After taking geography class, the image of Africa in my mind always showed the endless desert and the scorching sun hanging in the cloudless sky. 
　　Pictures of African animals migrating through the desert exhausted in search of water. 
　　"Lazy." Dad looked at me and uttered two words. 
　　"Most of the land in Africa is not barren, and there is no shortage of water. Even when the rainy season comes, the rain floods a lot of land and causes flooding." Dad looked at me seriously. 
　　"Ah, I thought they were all deserts." I said in surprise. 
　　"Haha, no, only the Western Sahara is a contiguous desert over there, and most of the area can be used to grow crops." Dad smiled. 
　　"So, people over there are mainly poor because of laziness." Dad smiled. 
　　"That's it..." I thought about Sam. Sometimes this guy seems to be very active, and sometimes he seems to be lazy. I don't know what kind of black man Sam is.