.Mai unke saamne gyi oorr unse bola ..“Ap loog mje plz ek mauka dedijie..Agr aisa nhi hua to mere ghrwale mje bht marenge..Orr mje chacha ji k vaha ...aam krne k lie sheher bhej denge…”(Mere ghr pe mera maa baap ki bht pehle maut ho chuki thi or mere chacha sheheer mai hi rehte the poore tym…Unone bol rkha tha ki agr kabbhi fail hui to mje sheher kaam krne k lie bula lenge )“Anil sir kuch bolte usse pehle praven sir khade hue…Merii taraf bade…“Tera kuch nhi hoga…Par….”…Unhone merii shirt k saare. Next there was a knock on the door, so I rushed down the stairs but then took a moment to compose myself and brush my hair out of my face before answering the door. A smile was all that was needed as he looked me up and down. My dressing gown gaping open to reveal my saucy outfit. He pounced through the door grabbing me and flinging me against the wall as he started ravishing my neck with kisses, sending tingling sensation from head to toe. We slowly started to walk up the stairs as I was still. They had a good sex life, but Jenna always knew she had a better sex drive than her husband. During sex she wanted to have her ass smacked and hair pulled. She wanted to be tied up during sex. The one thing her husband got her into was other women and black men, specifically younger black boys. She began to fantasize about them regularly and even began looking at pictures and videos. One afternoon Jenna had just gotten home and she noticed a boy standing at the front door when she greeted. Susan, the older of the two, had done what was necessary for the pair to survive. It had been during the Regiments move westward that they had been found and accepted into Colonel Anderson’s family.Orphans were not unknown in the Regiment. And everyone did what was necessary to care for them. Those too young to care for themselves were adopted to couples. Those able to care for themselves were assigned to a mentor. That person was a guiding force for those youngsters. Hans and Susan became.