That you’d want to ‘indulge’ me, and then you’d feel bad. And then I’d feel bad. And I don’t want to spoil the good memories I have of thi... by bringing in bad ones. And I want your memories of this to be good as well. Why is life so complicated? *** I park the car at the end of the beach and we walk again. We sit on a concrete block, I take off my shoes, you lie back, I spread out my jacket and sit cross legged looking at you. ‘What?’ You ask. Your hand lifts my dress and you peek underneath. I. . ahh…”.”Like I said I don’t care” my uncle grunted. I can imagine what is going in the kitchen. “Plsss Umeshh nooo… Not into the hall… nooo….”.My uncle came out of the kitchen carrying aunty in his arms. He is carrying her with his both hands. Her half of the saree is dragging all the way on floor. Without looking at me he carried his wife into the bedroom. He don’t even care to close the door. I can still hear them.Shoba aunty is moaning at peak of her tongue. I don’t understand what to do. I. .Suddenly Shweta squirted…Now it was Preeti’s turn, she turned her back for doggy style….I started to put my dick in her pussy but she caught my dick and said no baby I’m the eldest one….fuck me in ass… I was amazed to see that slutty bhabi…I started humping hard…she then said please take your dick out of my ass I didn’t realize that it would hurt this much but I resisted and kept humping…After that we dressed up each other….but before going I was horny again so I pulled Shweta again as she was. There were three hardened nigger men who had been field slaves to some of the harshest plantation owners during the war that had taken the job of watching over us. Their wives worked in the main house and observed them punishing us, using our bodies, and making us eat their sins. All the while they would grin with this wicked expression on their face that now the white woman who once would have been able to order their whipping could be whipped at their husband’s whim.Afterwards, we were given.