We were discussing the whole stupidity of the thing when the copilot tapped me on the knee and pointed down. I looked out and saw a helicopter with ro...ors spinning that I figured was our ride. When we landed the copilot ushered us out and over to the Black Hawk, and almost immediately we were back in the air. I was thinking the Black Hawks were used by the Army but the pilots wore Air Force flight suits. We were again handed helmets and were hooked into the ground radio traffic so we could. Our love making was gentle with me on top looking down at her breasts which slipped off her chest on either side. She came very softly and I followed holding her breasts.We chatted for a while about how our lives had crossed over the years and soon she lay down and was quickly asleep.It was mid-summer and I was early awake as dawn came. Sarah was lying with her face towards me. I couldn't resist kissing her breasts and enjoying their weight in my hands. She woke slowly and smiled at me. Then I. Downstairs my mother was making a vanilla cake when I stood behind her and held the pictures in my hands. I will never forget the look on her face when she turned around and focused on what I held. Her eyes went wide and her hands shook with worry.So that's the day I found out about her little white secret. About how my mother, a young beautiful black woman in college, fell to her knees for her arrogant white roommate. She sat me at the kitchen table and carefully explained to me life back when. She turned around at her professor and then was completely surprised. Professor Agnihotri was not alone in the chamber. He was accompanied by another man who was seated right opposite to him. It was Asst. Professor Joshi, the junior member of the Economics Faculty. Aarushi stood frozen at her position, unable to understand why Professor Agnihotri had asked her to meet him in Professor Joshi’s presence. She hoped that he leaves sooner.But soon her hope was quashed harshly as she slowly started.