Yes, just now, I mean they both still naked with their cocks hard.” She paused for a moment, listening. “ OK, that's probably for the best.”“Y...our wife will be here in a few minutes.” She looked at me triumphantly. “Well, I guess there's nothing else left to do,” I said walking over to Mark’s liquor cabinet. “Anyone else?” I lifted a bottle.“Yes," Susan and Mark said simultaneously. I poured four glasses and we sat down by the kitchen table, all of us grim, defeated, and deep in thought. We sat. There was a naked black woman lying on the bed, the name Amanda stuck in my head.I stood up and my head was spinning like I was on a wild carnival ride. I took a step towards the woman who moved, rolling onto her back. Her breasts were in clear view, the first time I’d ever seen a naked black woman in person. “Hell,” I thought, “it was the first half naked woman I had seen in months.” My cock, despite my hangover, sprang to life and bulged against my trousers.I took another step towards the. Robert, my beau, taught at NYU. One evening he mentioned that he had been talking to one of the fashion design instructors and that she had mentioned that she would like me to teach a one day seminar on undergarment design and construction. I found the idea of teaching very appealing, so I agreed immediately. I spent almost all of my free time preparing for the class. I sewed up quite a few examples and prepared a variety of works in progress. When the day of the class arrived, I was nervous. They were all siblings who had been captured when they were caught in a wagon by the Indians. Their parents had been killed, but the children were all young enough to escape that fate, though being slaves of the Navajo might have been worse.We mounted them on our horses, one in the front and one in the rear. The eldest girl rode with Running Fox and held the infant. A boy and a girl rode with me, and the younger boy, rode in front of Running Fox. That was the best weight distribution we could.