“Didn’t Eli Whitney invent the Cotton Gin in about1792?” he asked.“Yes, in our Reality,” I answered.“Wait...!” Sererena stated. “Are y...u saying that they don’t even know about the Cotton Gin yet, let alone have any?”“It sounded that way to us,” Kell told her.“But why?” Gwyn asked in a puzzled voice.“Think about it. Kell and I have on the way back here,” I told her and the others.“Eli Whitney was a Yankee who was working as a private tutor in Georgia when Catherine Greene hired him as a handy. I started to imagine each stud being one of the men surrounding me in my sex club fantasy, picking up my tiny petite body and sliding me down their hard massive cocks. While he bounced me up and down on his cock, I felt my skirt lift up. Soon another hard cock was pushing into my asscunt until I was filled with both their cocks. The one from behind reached up under my top and teased my nipples so well that I almost came on there cocks that second. But I didn't want to come yet. Their cocks felt. Dropping to the floor Bill took out his knife and cut his arm then tied a piece of cloth around his arm near to his shoulder. Even as he listen there was the sounds of fighting, then a few yells then nothing. All three of his mates entered the room with their swords drawn. "MATE!" Niaco yelled as she took out her com. "I need the doctor here now! The king elect needs attending. I don't care get her here!" Within moments the doctor appeared even as Bill started to have trouble breathing. Damn. I said I need more tea and my mother in law stood from her chair and went inside the kitchen and brought tea in tea pot and started pouring tea in my cup standing just opposite to me from the other side of dining table.As she bent to pour, I saw her cleavage and upper whitish part of her boobs. I could not remove my gauge from them which she noticed and said more. I realized and saw my cup was full of tea. No I said and she went back to her chair. My wife excused both of us for going to toilet..