I immediately went and sit like a dog. They eat biriyani and spit in the ground some flush rice and all and order me to eat it and I did that. In that...time they talked my future plan.Adithya: what do you think now usha?Usha: you made me good my dear. I found my love for my brother now. I going to make his my sister full time in his, hooo sorry, her life time.Adithya: please don’t do that.Usha: why?Adithya: you heard him, he have lot of wishes and he born as a boy, if you changed him now it will. She had met this nice officer from the occupying nation, he was charming, he could have swayed her to support them. She had talked to him for hours on end in the bar she worked in. He offered to walk her home, she had trusted him, he seemed so unlike the others, so different, so gentile. She was wrong, he was worse than the rest of them, he knew what he wanted and he came to the bar to get it. He had caught her line and sinker and lured her in. He got what he wanted. The woman stood up and. He whispered into her ear: “Rose colored, uh?”“Yes, sir,” was her whispered response. Then she knew something was coming but didn’t know what to expect.“Let’s see,” was his next comment.Her response was a bit of shock and a bit of more turn on, as she felt his hands unbutton the waist band of her skirt and allow it to flutter to the floor. Now she was dancing wearing her heels and red opaque thigh high stockings, her red silk shirt and panties. She was completely aware of the show that this was. I of course took my fun a step further, and this is a three-part story about my Super Bowl weekend. Part 1 PreludeAll weekend, before we left, I searched the Houston lifestyle web pages for some people we could hook up with, while visiting the warm Houston climate away from chilly Massachusetts. I was using three websites to grab all the info I could. I tried many different guys. Some were boring or just plain busy. None however were immediately jumping at the chance to fuck me or appeared in.