”“You could always have John pull out before he shoots, but that is not his style and may not satisfy you either. It was never what I wanted, I ca... tell you.”“I want his seed, Chief Numa. If I get pregnant, I will hope to have his baby. It is every girl’s dream to some day have the child of a Chief.”“Right. Be at my throne after breakfast tomorrow. I will instruct John to be there at the same time.”The pair were there at the appointed time, and Ranga was attended by her younger sisters. John. It was time for Sally to meet Samantha. I slipped on some stockings with suspenders, panties, bra and one of the see through little nighties. Looking at myself in the mirror I was absolutely petrified.With my heart in my throat I slowly walked down the stairs. Walking into the lounge and seeing Sally sitting there made this all seem wrong. She looked up and just stared without saying anything. It seemed like an eternity and then without saying a word she got up and walked over. She looked me up. I told Anshul about it and asked him to try too. He borrowed my lungi and went inside and tried that on. I touched his butts and realized he’s wearing underwear beneath that so I told him to remove that and I put my hands inside his lungi and tried to pull them down. Earlier he used to wear some stupid Jockey euro underwear but after seeing me he bought some good expensive ones. So back to story, I pulled his underwear from his back while lungi was still on and that was the first time I touched. "Tiff, I don't think it's a good idea if...", which was when Tiffany forcefully made it clear. "Shut the fuck up Chuck...I want to hear it from HER". Now I'm at the point where truth-telling goes hand in hand with the blood-alcohol content level. But I cut off my alcohol supply, because I know when to say when. "No Tiffany, I don't hate you" and I promptly dismissed myself and crashed back on the couch. At this point the party is dying down and I can hear subtle noises in the background as.