I was on my way to get a cup of coffee. Wouldyou like to come along?" Margaret asked in an assertive tone. Brian nodded at her. They then walked to a ...mall coffee shop. They satdown and each had a cup of coffee. Little was said between them. Theyboth enjoyed simply gazing at the other. Brian wondered if there wassome sort of a deep connection. As Margaret reached her hand over and started to caress his, he began towonder if it was just a superficial attraction. He found his temporarybody. The local Indian tribes were none too pleased to share their female members with the intruding white men that had established deep roots in the northern territories. Finding and selling the white women to the settlers in the north posed no problem to the Indians because it was a way to harass the white settlers without actually being saddled with the care and maintenance of silly white women that might not be productive and present an excuse for the horse soldiers to raid and exterminate the. At eight khala said, 'Girls, lets give our slaves some rest.''Aww khala, we were having a great time, ' the girls protested.'Don't worry, we will start again at ten. This time their cocks are going to get a taste of our assholes, ' khala said.'Oooo, I love being fucked in the asshole, ' Saira cooed.'Ramu will fuck you in your asshole first followed by Nusrat, Shazia and me. Sahebji will start with me and finish with Saira, ' khala decreed.At ten sharp we all were naked and ready to go. Khala. I wondered what it might be like to have such a mother. In many ways her expression reminded me of one I sometimes saw on Martha Jane. My eyes moved down to Mary's small bosom, and warmly I remembered the moist swell of Martha Jane's breasts and the feel of her nipples under my tongue.I asked myself if the woman who lived within that statue would be scandalized at my illicit familiarity with the feel and taste of real, warm, responsive titties. Would she, too, offer a nipple for sucking?I was.