Although raised in the United States the girls were raised to be very traditional, associating mainly with their families and other Hmong countrymen. ...s they grew through the U.S. school system, they learned very little of the American customs that we as Americans take for granted.I asked Natalie about Louise and she was noncommittal, and offered little conversation about Louise. I knew to back off and they would get around to me in due time. I knew that she had been through a lot with her. It feels so smooth.? She said asshe began rubbing her pubic area. She opened her legs and took a finger andslid it back and forth in her slit, rubbing some juices over her clit. Then alittle jerk and moan, and her finger disappeared in her pussy. She licked herfingers and did it again. Standing no more than four feet away from us, thisbeautiful creature was playing with her naked body and describing every detailof what she was doing and how it felt. She described how she tasted. Slowly shewent. ”“Nonsense, we didn’t have your mother's cake yet.” Mr. D’s military background rarely let him stray from a well-organized plan. “Besides, there’s something I want to talk to you about. Dudley will show Melissa to the upstairs bathroom where we have some medicine, mother will clear the table, and you and I can step outside." I grabbed Rocks leg under the table and squeezed.“Er… Uh… yes, sir.” Shit!I followed that little shit Dudley up to the bathroom trying to think of a way out of this.. This was India so it wasn't too much of a surprise that the shower didn't work. I left it on and went out to the balcony. The smell of India assailed my nostrils; it was a fragrance, a mixture of everything that is India, dung, dust, spice, Jasmine and a soupcon of curry. I breathed it deeply. The sound of India could be heard also. From afar, I could hear a susurration of many voices, the noise of traffic, the unforgettable putt-putt of the tuk-tuk's, the three wheeled town taxis, and the.