No big deal, right?So one night I boldly stepped into his room again when the girls wereasleep and I knew he was in there. Well, maybe 'boldly' is the...wrong word.I stood outside his door for long minutes beforehand, adjusting my clothesin anticipation, nervous, maybe excited but not afraid. I had to find outif I was crazy at least.No, I wasn't crazy. In seconds he was off the bed and behind me, unzippingmy gray skirt then pulling at my loose silk blouse. Beth's skirt andblouse I should say.. Then like someone had turned on a switch the action began. Bonnie knelt down between the men and started unzipping pants and pulling out their hard cocks. She had one in each hand and was taking turns kissing and running her tongue up their hard shafts. Two of the men took this chance to get out of their clothes. They moved over and switched places with the other two men. Bonnie looked at me and smiled. She was really getting into the attention that she was receiving. A man moved behind her. "Yes you are and I'll bet that if you'd ever joined the army you'd have done the same for someone who'd been shot or wounded without a thought for yourself."Reg shook his head again.She smacked his cheek softly. "Yes you would, you silly-billy. I know you would."She leant forward and kissed him softly."OK, I'm relatively rich and I've been to university so I ought to be fairly discerning."Reg just looked at her."There you are," she said. "You don't just accept things."She touched his face. The other side a distinct liberal approach around friendship especially interracial ones with them often holding small discreet late evening social gatherings at our house with a large African family whom lived close by…As I grew my inquisitive nature provided a better understanding around worldly matters so trying to fathom out these mixed ideas and or views I quickly realised their actions were for their own personal pleasure. The slightly worrying was the enjoyment this provided me at the.