The two of them were laughing, trading remarks in Russian, words that Tom had never learned in his class in high school. They were starting to take of... their clothes. ‘Initiation?’ Tom asked. ‘What initiation?’ It was, at best, a rhetorical question. The guards had removed their suit jackets, revealing, as he had expected, holsters underneath. They were in the process of pulling their pants down, forcing them off with some difficulty over clunky, mud stained shoes. They were both wearing. Once inside the room we can't help it, we are all over each other. Kissing, groping, fondling, and our clothes somehow peel off without us thinking about it. I then suddenly look down and here is this amazing Indian beauty, naked with beautiful perky breasts and a full trimmed bush. I gently move her to the bed, lay her down and slowly run my tongue up her beautifully sculpted legs to her lovepot. My tongue darts in and out as I feel her spasming with each flick. She reaches her first orgasm. "I don't like it," she said clearly. She sniffed. "I haf done it. I had a, what do you say, luffer, Liebes." Lover," I said.She nodded and smiled up at me.After a bit of checking, I found that the women had been billeted in what had been the quartermaster's tent. He had disappeared a week or so previously along with most of the hard money in his care.I bid May good night, pulled my bedroll from the tent where George was still plowing his hilly and willing field, and slept with the horses. The. She wouldn't look at me and acted as if she wasafraid of me. We ate our breakfast alone even though we were but a handspace apart.I sat there for a while, lost in my thoughts. Wondering if she wasembarrassed or perhaps ashamed of last night, I finally realised thatshe was staring at me in a determined way and I knew the time had cometo talk."I love you, Michel", Cherub stated flatly, "But I can't stay a human." WHA..." I spluttered helplessly. I felt the shock of both statementsrace through me,.