I am a married woman, a mother of two who had resumed education after a gap from college for raising family and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile."

The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reaction. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say, hello anyway ? so, I thought, this would be a piece of cake, literally. Soon after we were assigned the project, my friend and I went out to McDonalds, for a quick bite one January afternoon. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my friend did. I did not move an inch ? an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body smell" and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.

The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the blue-eyed gentle man was his salvation. I held my tears ? as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. To sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something, and they just wanted to be warm. Then I really felt it ? the compulsion was so great I reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me ? judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you." I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you ? God is here working through me to give you hope." I started to cry as I walked away to join my friend.

When I sat down my friend smiled at me and we held hands for a moment. When we were finished eating I noticed the two men still sitting in the corner. I said good bye to my friend and returned to their table. They both looked up and I asked their permission to sit on a chair and join them. The blue-eyed man stood up and pulled a chair for me, which he offered to me, and I sat down in a chair between the two of them. I did not know what to say to two miserable homeless men, so I just smiled with tears in my eyes. I found my left hand pating the hand of taller mentally deficient man, while with my right hand I held the hand of shorter blue-eyed man. They smiled back and the horrible “dirty body smell” if it still exsisted, no longer bothered me. It was a cold Islamabad morning and it had been raining since morning, and I thought to myself, it must have snowed in the nearby Murree Hills. While I sat there pating and holding their hands, I could not help think about poor helpless mankind and making them comfortable and warm and the idea of taking them home crossed my mind, but I knew my husband will not approve of it.

My mind was working over time, I asked the short blue-eyed man about their abode and was told as I could have guessed that they were homeless. He acknowledged he was jobless and homeless and that the other taller mentally deficient man was his elder brother. They were the only two survivers from a large family. His elder brother had been married with kids, whereas he was unmarried and they had happily lived in a large joint family system in a small town near Abbottabad. They lost their entire family in a deadly earthquake a couple of years ago, and his brother could not bear the loss of his loving family and he lost his mental balance. Since then the shorter blue-eyed man took care of his brother but after losing all their family and belonging they moved to Islamabad to find livelihood. He had been unsuccesful in finding a regular full time job, although occasionally he managed to find casual job on daily wages, which involved hard labour. He divulged his name was Aslam and his brother was Akbar and added that summers was kind to them as they can sleep any where in the open, but it was winter and spring times that dreaded when they are overly miserable because of cold and dampness.

I asked Aslam if he would work as a domestic servant at my residence. Until recently we had help at home for outdoor chores, such as attending to the gate, washing the car, cleaning the window pains, watching over the premises, feeding the dog, walking the dog, etc., etc.. But some three months ago, the person we had hired had gone to his village for a fortnight and he never returned and we were without help for several months now. I explained to Aslam the task and disclosed we will pay him what we paid the last person, plus three meals for him and his brother and a servant's quarter to sleep, and his brother could live in with him. He immediately without any hesitation accepted my offer and I took them home in my car pleased that I could be of help and knowing my God will be pleased with my deed.

On arrival we were greeted by Bonzo (our white Labrador dog). He was a lot more curious and could not stop sniffing them. I was sure even Bonzo found the horrible body smell repulsive, but approved of my action. When my husband came home from work, I sat him down with a cup of tea and briefed him about the two men. Ahmed (my husband) smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me honey ? to give me hope." He kissed me and we held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only because of the Grace of God that we had received that we were able to share and give. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.

Aslam was a diligent and consciancious worker and settled in well in his daily routine. This job was specially suitable for him as while he earned he was also able to keep an eye on his otherwise unstable brother. Both brothers always showed their gratitude and thanks with a broad smile. However, I noticed that they still smelled the same - a horrible "dirty body smell", which was very disconcerting and unpleasant. I once confronted Aslam and asked him, why he did not take a bath now that he had the facility and he smiled back and sheepishly admitted that the water was too cold for him to enjoy a bath and he was waiting for milder weather to come when he will take a bath. I felt so sorry for them and could not help hug Aslam as tears started to stream down from my eyes and running down my cheek. I thought to myself that I should allow them to use the bathroom attached to our guest room to take hot water bath, but knew my husband will not approve of my allowing them inside. It occured to me, it was ironical that we allowed Bonzo (our dog) to enter the house freely, but for Aslam who was a human being we had different rules and he was allowed inside the house only for cleaning or errands.

One Saturday evening, when my husband was out of town and I was in a particularly giving and gracious mood, I asked Aslam to bring Akbar in the house. I had planned a surprize for them! Bonzo wagging his tail and remaining alert and suspicious trailed us all the way, as I lead the two brothers to my bedroom and then to my luxurious bathroom through a spacious dressing room. I filled the tub with hot water and emptied a bottle of bath gel in the tub and asked Aslam to remove the clothes of his mentally retarded brother and sit him in the tub. Aslam did as he was told. I then handed him foam and soap and asked him to scrub his brothers back, arms, neck, shoulders, body, legs and feet. While Aslam did that Akbar sat there in the tub with a very broad smile enjoying the bath. I then gave him a bottle of shampoo and asked him to apply a little shampoo to his hair and then rinse the hair. Once all was done, I asked him to shower him and handed over a large turkish bath towel to dry his brother's body. Once Akbar was out on the bath mat, Aslam wrapped him in the turkish towel and I asked him to take him to my room, where I gave him an old discarded shalwar suit of my husband which was stacked away for giving in charity. I told Aslam to dress Akbar in the shalwar suit while I dried his hair with my hair dryer. Akbar was all smiles when I combed his hair and applied some perfum. I sat him down and told Aslam it was now his turn to take a bath.

Aslam follwed me to the bathroom, where we ran the tub empty and started to fill it with fresh hot water. I told Aslam to sit in the tub and help himself while I attend to Akbar. When I returned to the bedroom, Akbar was standing in the room unsure what to do next. I took his hand and walked him to the mirror and let him inspect himself in the mirror. It was rather fascinating to see him observe himself. After a short while he started to smile and from no where my eyes were filled with tears. I once again felt it, and reached out to hug and embrace Akbar. We held each other in silence as we stood there motionless, my arms tightly wrapped around his body and his arms gently holding me in a bear hug. After what seemed like a long time and when I could not resist it any more, I lifted my head and looked up in to his eyes and then softly landed my lips on his lips. I remained in that one sided kiss as there was hardlt any response from him, till I heard Aslam calling me from the bathroom. We disengaged on that call as I sat Akbar on a chair and put on the TV and went to my bathroom to check what Aslam needed from me. Aslam was still in the bath tub and he told me he cant reach his back and asked if I can scrub his back. I took the foam and soap and obliged him. From his neck, to shoulder blade down to the cheeks of his posterior, then I took his arms one by one, and next his chest and hard muscular belly. As I moved down I noticed he had a hard on and I ignored it and scrubed his thigh, legs and feet. Then I took shampoo and applied to his thick curly locks.

Scrubbing and helping Aslam in bath and the close proximity to a grown up male person suddenly made me feel aroused and excited. Watching and touching him sent chills down my spine and it excited me to know from his erection that he also felt excited due to my presence. So I prolonged the touching, scrubbing and washing as long as I could without making it too obvious and then asked Aslam to rinse himself under the shower while I got him a turkish towel. When I came back with a fresh turkish towel, Aslam was standing under the shower facing me playing with his endowment and he still had his erection. On seeing me returning to the bathroom he slowly turned his back to me perhaps to hide his erection from me. I turned the tap to close the shower and placed the towel on his shoulder and asked him to dry himself and come out to the bedroom to join Akbar and myself. When he arrived in the bedroom, I handed him over another pair of shalwar suit and asked him to wear it. Once he was dressed, I used my hair dryer to dry his hair, I combed his hair and sprayed perfum on his attire. Like Akbar, I also took Aslam to the mirror where he admired himself and then he noticed tears in my eyes. He gently, with a corner of his shirt wiped my tears and lightly kissed my two hands and all ten fingers to show his respect and gratitude. With so much emotions flowing inside me, I wanted to instantaneously embrace him, but controled my emotions and avoided the embrace as in scrubbing and washing him, I had soaked my dress, and I would have only soiled his dress.

I told him to wait with his brother as I went to the adjoining dressing room to change out of my soaked dress in to something dry. Once in the security of my dressing room, while my breathing was still heavy and irregular, I removed my clothes and dropped them on the floor as I stood there touching my breasts and my genitals and thinking of two handsome brothers in my bedroom. I opened the wardrobe to look for some thing to wear as I absent mindedly stood there. It was too late to dress up formally and too early to put on a night dress. I chose a lose top and long skirt for a casual indoor attire and as I was about to pull it out, I felt a cold gentle touch on my bare back. I turned around nervously and saw Akbar standing right behind me and caressing my back. In my nervousness I screamed out loudly as one does out of fear when one is surprized by something unexpectedly. My scream scared poor Akbar who was terrified by my reaction. Aslam rushed in to find out what had happened and now I was standing completely nude in front of two brothers.

The taller mentally challenged brother had retreated to a corner and was standing sheepishly partly puzzelled by my scream, partly guilty and ashamed of having done something wrong and patly scared and petrified of the consequences of his innocent action. The shorter blue-eyed brother was standing speachless in the doorway like a statue with his eyes fixed on my naked body, half in awe as perhaps he had never seen a beautiful naked woman before and half in lust and wondering and contemplating how to possess and besiege me. Bonzo followed the other two and immediatelty came and shoved his cold nose in my genital and started to sniff and lick me. I stood there somewhat shocked by the gentle touch of Akbar, embarrassed of my scream, somewhat amused by the awkwardness of the situation, and somewhat sorry for scaring Akbar and of course for arousing unwarranted feelings in Aslam.

Once I got over the initial shock and amusement, I was overcome with the feeling of compassion for Akbar and I stepped closer to him and gave him a broad smile. He still appeared petrified and tried to step backwards, and I told him I was extremely sorry that I screamed and scared him. I told him it was alright to caress me, but I did not know he was there. I screamed because I was surprised by his touch and not because I disliked his touch. Akbar stood there motionless and very scared of me and to show my affection and sympathy I embraced and kissed him lightly. I asked him if he would like to touch me again, and he did not respond and kept staring me in the eyes. I reached out and took his hand in both my hands and gently patted him on his palm, then I placed his palm on my right breast and told him it is ok for him to touch me. He kept his silence and I asked him if he liked the feel of my breast and he still remained motionless. I kissed him on his lips and took his other hand and after patting his palm, I placed it on my left breast.

While I was kissing him and his hands were cupping my breasts, Bonzo was pushing his nose in between my ass cheeks and legs from behind, and Aslam stood there speachlessly and unsure how to act. I sympathetically wondered if my naked body, my kissing and his hands cupping my breasts reminded Akbar of his time with his wife. However, he showed no emotions and I was unsure if mentally he was capable of understanding the emotion of love and sex. I felt his loss and pain and my eyes became full of tears and I embraced Akbar again and in our embrace we walked as I lead him back to the bedroom and sat him on my bed. In doing so I walked past Aslam who was still standing in the door way and I brushed him as there was not enough space for the three of us. Bonzo followed us back in the bedroom. I noticed Akbar had started to relax in my embrace and I even noticed his fingers and hands move on my breasts. I probed him with my thighs to check if Akbar had an erection, but did not notice any. From my embrace position I sneek a peek back and noticed Aslam had an erection as his shirt and shalwar was up like a tent.

I released Akbar from my embrace and it was time to pay attention to Aslam as I moved closer to him. I told Aslam as I looked in his deep blue eyes that I felt the pain, loss and sorrow of his brother and was sorry the earthquake destroyed thier lives, hopes and loves. As I spoke tears stream down my cheeks and Aslam took the corner of his shirt to wipe my tears. I held his hands in my hands for what seemed like a long time and patted, caressed and kissed them. I then placed them one each on my two breasts to cup and cover them and I pulled him closer in an embrace. Unlike his brother he was of sound mind and started to respond immediately. His hands caressing, rubbing and squeezing my breasts and his finger tips pinching my erected nipples. I lifted my head and placed my lips on his to kiss him tenderly, and in response he was much more passionate in his kissing with his lips sucking on mine. Bonzo was getting more restless and all along kept pushing his cold nose in my crotch or sometimes in my behind or licking my ass cheeks, and Akbar just lay there watching me and Aslam in an embrace.

With a man’s instinct and a little encouragement from me, Aslam soon became a dominent partner in our foreplay, and I tenderly unbutton his shirt and pulled his shalwer string to losen it around his waist and soon with a litlle bit of help from me, Aslam had shed all his clothes. I then climbed on my bed on my hands and knees and invited Aslam who wasted no time and came and placed himself right behind me and between my spread legs, Aslam’s ass gyrating as he thrust his cock in and out of my pussy. With compassion in my heart and tears in my eyes, I could not help say to Aslam, "Oh baby, fuck me hard.". Akbar, thin and quite handsome, was sitting in the chair beside the bed watching and I noticed he was now jerking on his dick inside his shalwar.

"Get on the bed, I want to suck you while he fucks me," I commanded Akbar. He climbed onto the bed and lay down in front of me. I undressed Akbar too and his cock was long and thin, around 9 inches, and as he lie down I took it into my mouth and at first it almost choked me. Soon my head was bobbing up and down as I took most of his cock into my throat and then pulled away, letting its head touch my lips before going down for more. "Unhh, unhh, unhh," I moaned as I bounced between the cock in my mouth and the cock in my pussy. They were clearly having a good time and I felt so happy to be able to give them the joy and pleasure and bring smile of satisfaction on their faces.

Bonzo quietly stepped away from the bedroom door for some time as if he was unhappy with me for sharing myself with two strangers, and then he walked back and started to lick my pussy and Aslam’s dick! His impatient jumping from bed to floor and back, his restless licking of my pussy and Aslam’s dick and his silent and soft groaling indicated Bonzo was curious and turned on from the exhibition of a stranger banging me, while I was on my knees sucking Akbar and Aslam’s cock plunged in and out of my pussy.

At that point I grabbed Akbar by the hand and pulled him onto the bed beside me. I also pulled Aslam back down on my other side and snuggled between the two of them as I played with their limp cocks. I told Akbar how sorry I was to learn about the loss of his wife and kids with tears streaming down my cheeks and hoped I could be of some help in erasing the pain of loss from his heart. As I uttered these words, I was conscious not to ignore Aslam and leaned toward him and gave him a lingering hug, pressing my breasts against his chest.

Then I turned and did the same thing to Akbar to ensure there was no deprivation and no jeolousy between the two of them and that I shared and gave equally to both of them. I continued to subtly snuggle against one man and then the other. Flashing them smiles and batting my brown eyes at them, I flirted and giggled. The sight of a pretty and shapely naked woman was clearly having an affect on both Aslam and Akbar. As Aslam shifted uncomfortably to hide his hard on, I leaned over to him and gave him a sympathetic kiss on the cheek. Then I continued kissing him until I reached his mouth. Both our mouths opened and our tongues started to explore each other. I ran my hand up his thigh and grabbed his hard dick, stroking it till our long, lingering kiss came to an end. On my other side, Akbar meakly cleared his throat and started to get up, feeling the odd man out. I grabbed him and pushed him back in the bed, leaning over and giving him a long tongue kiss as well. I reached down and stroked his cock, as I continuing to stroke Aslam with my other hand. Soon the three of us were writhing all over each other.

As I lay between Aslam and Akbar on the bed and fondled and played with their dicks, it had the desired effect. Both of their cocks were erected and ready to get back to work. I turned around in the bed and knelt straddling each of their legs, taking first one and then the other cock in my mouth. Encouraged by my action and realizing it was safe, the two men stroked my hair, shoulders and breasts as I sucked them, all three of us moaning with pleasure. I spread my legs so they get a good view of my wet pussy, I asked….

"Who wants to fuck me now?" and announced and demanded, "I want a cock in my pussy."

I rolled on my back and spread my legs. To my surprize Akbar crawled between my legs and resumed the work his brother had been doing earlier. Aslam laid on the bed beside us, stroking his cock and awaiting his turn. Akbar's pumping increased in intensity as I grabbed him by the ass, pulling him in and out of me. With each stroke we both moaned louder and harder. Finally Akbar bounced up and down several times on me then thrusted deep within me. I pulled hard on his ass keeping him close as his hard cock squirted its semen into my body.
"Oh, oh my Uzma," Akbar exclaimed as he came. I thought nothing of the name he called and assumed this was his wife's name.
"Yeah, give me your cum," breathed I as I wrapped my legs tightly around his back.
Exhausted, Akbar collapsed on top of me. For several minutes we lay together, connected by his softening cock. Then he slowly pulled out, and a string of semen still connecting the two of us, and his white sperm, oozing out of my body. I continued to lie on my back, playing with my erect nipples as Akbar's sperm made a little puddle between my open legs.

"Aslam, would you like me to suck your cock?" I asked. "I give blow jobs better than most women." "I won't know the difference but sure, why not" Aslam said, scooting up against the bed's backboard and spreading his legs. I rolled over between his legs and touched the tip of his cock with my tongue. Then I ran my tongue up and down the shaft several times before taking it in my mouth. Then I got up on my knees and spread my legs while I continued sucking Aslam’s cock," Bonzo jumped up on the bed behind me and started to lick me through my legs, as he smelled my sperm-coated pussy, my medium large breasts hanging down, and my mouth sliding up and down on the thick and hard cock.

Akbar was no longer behaving like an insane or mentally deficient person. He was very involved in sexual acts and was even conversing. He admitted to Rabia that since his wife Uzma left him for her permanent abode due to an accident in the earthquake, he had been pretty horny. This afternoon has been pretty amazing!" said Akbar. Rabia smiled but had tears in her eyes and told them both as she embraced them one after the other, "I like to take care of men whose wives have neglected or left them or single men never married. They are God‘s creature and I believe we are all here to serve our God my making his creatures happy"

On the other hand, Aslam under Rabia's attention was very close to cumming. "Roll over on your back, I want to cum on your face and tits," Aslam told me. I rolled over and Aslam straddled her head. His thick 7" cock plunged in and out of my mouth while my hands pumped on it, stimulating it and keeping it from choking me. As Aslam's body began to jerk I pulled his cock out of my mouth, letting it shoot its sticky white cum across my lips and face. After the first three spurts, he quickly slid back, directing his cock at my tits. He continued to cum, covering each of my nipples. When he had finished, his semen slowly slid down my medium large breasts and formed a puddle between them and some of it flowing down my flat belly in to my navel. I smiled, licking his slick and shiny sperm from my lips. I wiped my face with my hands, gathering up the cum and taking it down to my breasts. Then I slowly rubbed the two loads of semen into my breasts.

Through it all, Aslam‘s cock shooting on her face and breasts, of her cum-coated face, and of the puddle of semen between her breasts the smell of semen made Bonzo go wild. Bonzo’s was also very horny and unnoticed by all his cock had gotten hard and was stretching out of its sheath because of what he saw, the two brothers banging Rabia all through the evening. Bonzo had stayed hard the whole time, patiently waiting its turn. On first opportunity Bonzo leaped and got on the bed. Rabia smiled as she saw him coming, spreading her legs invitingly. With both Aslam and Akbar watching, Bonzo jumped and climbed on top and with his paws Bonzo held her in a firm position as he slid his cock into her cum-filled pussy and started to bang her ferociously and furiously.

Rabia noticed the sex had done wonders for Akbar who had miraculously recovered from a shock and he was smiling and beaming after a very satifying sexual encounter. Aslam, who was a virgin was also elated by tasting the fruit of love and sex and was beaming and smiling from ear to ear. Finally Bonzo was also receiving the fruit of his patience! The room was full of smell of semen, which was driving him crazy. Finally he got an opportunity and realised it was an evening of giving. Rabia was in a giving mood and it was for Aslam, Akbar and Bonzo to receive. As he kept pushing and pumping his knot pushed inside Rabia and they were locked by a knot in love. Rabia was smiling and Bonzo would show his pleasure by small soft barking.

At that time I knew that only because of the Grace of God that we had received that we were able to give. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it ? then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this with the class?" I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.

She began to read and that is when I knew that we, as human beings and being part of God, share this need to heal people and be healed. In my own way I had touched Aslam and Akbar I met at McDonalds, my husband, my dog, my instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn ? UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.

Much love and compassion sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to Love People and Use Things - Not Love Things and Use People.