The high-ranking British officers considered an invitation to some function under the Shippen banner to be a feather in their cap.I got out of the wag...n in the nicely paved courtyard and was greeted at the side door by a huge black man in the uniform of domestic servant and with a speech pattern that sounded more like a Caribbean background rather than mainland or British in origin. He looked over our produce and invited me inside to the kitchen proper to dicker with the cook about the. We didn’t forget to tease the boy with sucking each other’s fingers and eating from each other’s mouth. Her bedsheet, which she used to cover her was almost out of position and a lot of portion of her boobs were seen.After the food, we went for desserts. I realized that it was time for some action.Me : How is your Halwa ?SB : Very good sir. The best in the city. Everybody who have eaten it has praised it.Me : Have you ever tasted it ?SB : No sir. It is exclusive for the customers who book. I just have one question.”“Sure.”“Are you going to tell Caleb?” Monica asked, referring to Amy’s son.Amy rolled onto her back and was quiet for a moment. She ran her hand over the waist band of a pair of boxer shorts Caleb out grew a few years ago. They fit Amy perfectly.“Yes, at some point I’ll have to.”Monica nodded; the two women were quiet for several minutes.“I want to do this too!” Monica blurted out.Amy turned around, smiling at her friend, “Really? You want to get pregnant too?”“No,”. Normally, the room with its single table, old, beat up couch and two bookshelves filled with dusty old books was either empty, or at best inhabited by a handful of old women sipping tea. But that morning, as he passed by the room and glanced inside through the glass window in the door, the man saw a pretty little Asian girl, no more than eleven or twelve at best, leaning over the table as she read a large book.Logic fled in that moment as he paused, staring at the little girl's perfectly round.