I was quite a good looking guy and quite athletic. There came a girl from a nearby city . Her name was Indrani, cute face, wheatish in colour, a bit h...althy but by no means fat and possessed good proportion of meat at front and rear.We used to go by the same school bus. Gradually, after a month or two of formal hi and hello, we kept coming close. As time passed by, with advancement of emotional intimacy, groping of fingers and hands advanced to activities called teenage lust, like groping. The real me. Cold rage filled my veins as I wanted nothing more than to go over him and knock the stupid smirk off his face. Some of the emotion must have shown on my face because he asked, “Hey, man, you ok there?”I shook my head and said stiffly, “Yeah, man. Just thinking of that loser sends my blood boiling, you know.”The smirk on his face grew wider as he said, “Tell me about it. I was afraid that bringing him on this trip would spoil the whole experience. You did a good job of phasing him. "He wanted to tell her she was crazy, that maybe they let her out of the psych ward a little too soon, but there was something different about her. Those eyes, so void of all emotion, yet so innocent. Her voice was so gentle and hypnotic. Part of him wanted to get up and run, the other wanted to stay and hear what she had to say."And what if I were to say I don't want you to serve me? What then?"Her eyes took on the only emotion he had seen since he took her into his arms. Fear spread across. This story will mainly focus on my wife, Tryphaena, on her 4th breeding attempt at our cottage along with some mention of the other 5 mature, white ladies simultaneous breeding during the same time.The 6 mature, white women arrive at the cottage on Friday night ahead of the black men who will arrive on Saturday morning. Ladies discuss their last baby delivery stories, most were painful and hard as they're all 50-54 years old, not as easy as when they had several births back in their 20's-30's..