After touring Independence Hall, we were let loose in the museum. Art and I hung around at a statue of Ben Franklin."So you're ready?" he asked."Ready...as I'll ever be." I responded.We held hands again on our way back to the bus. A few people gave us funny looks. Art put his arm around me once we sat down and I laid my head on his shoulder.When we got to school, Dr. Corbett was waiting for us with boxes for our clothes. We stripped down, and then I turned to Art and kissed him. We held each. I smiled and handed over all the things I had bought for her. I told “Lalitha you should wear the saree with navel showing.” She coyly went to come back dressed. I impatiently waited. My mother Lalitha came 15 minutes later with a tray in hand. The tray had a Whiskey bottle and packet of cigarettes. She gave a drink and I took the cigarette and started smoking. She came near and told me please tie the Mangalasutra (a thread indicating the sign of married woman). I want to have my husband do it.. White boys are finally understanding they are not real men in white women eyes. Slowly they are learning the key to a happy life is to accept their inferiority, embrace chastity, and accept that their wife or girlfriend is never going to be faithful sexually and will eventually seek out a black man to breed with. They know deep down that they can NEVER please her or sexually satisfy their white women, but with a lot of work, if they become beautiful sissy gurls, they can often please BLACK men. Nikki and Sam looked at each other for a moment with dropped jaws then Nikki turned to me and said brightly “fine”. I had my cock out in a flash and it was already pointing up at the two girls opposite me. I started rubbing my cock very slowly as i thought I might come really quickly and I wanted to savour the moment of having two beautiful girls watching me wank. They watched in silence at first, not moving but then I noticed Sam shifted slightly and surreptitiously gave her crotch a quick.