His mother was a “mulatto,” meaning that her father– unknown, but probably the Lord of the Manor– was white. She was technically a free woman, having been freed by her master at his death, but her life was not much better than when she was a slave. She eked out a living in one of Vidalia’s “sporting houses.” His father... also white... probably from Natchez... was also unknown. Thus, through the introduction of two generations of unknown white fathers, the heritage of his mother’s had been diluted to one-fourth. Harold and Shelly were married on Halloween. There were several reasons why they chose that date. One was that they knew that the Justice of the Peace who could marry them would be highly inebriated on hard cider at the asian town Halloween party. He always was and this year was no different. With a shaky hand and slurred words, he was able to conduct the ceremony with a little help, but his mind was too muddled to fully understand what was happening or what he was actually doing. The other reason for choosing Halloween was that it was possible to be married while still in full costume, including masks. That way the drunken JP would be even less likely to realize he was sanctioning miscegenation. Shelly was dressed as a witch bride with a white dress, a black witch’s hat, and a black silk mask covering the upper half of her face. Her long, blond hair was tucked carefully up into the pointed hat balanced on her head. Harold wore a Minstrel Man’s outfit with an oversized black coat and a ridiculously large red cravat tied partially in a bow. All he used as a mask was a wide stripe of white grease paint smeared around his mouth. From a distance... or through a drunken haze... he looked like a white man in black face. It wasn’t until almost midnight that Shelly’s family figured out what was going on and tracked down the JP. Shelly and Harold had used their real names in the official marriage book. The Justice became suddenly much more sober when he realized that he had just married the daughter of one of Natchez’ most powerful exotic families to a man, who before “The War,” would have been a slave. “She bewitched me,” he screamed out. “I couldn’t tell what I was doing.” Maybe Shelly’s father believed him. Or maybe in his extreme anger he saw a way to rid his family of this dark stain. In any case, when a cry of “Burn the witch,” was yelled out from the thai crowd, he raised his arm in the air and called for horses and torches. “The Middle Ground” was part of Missouri back then. Actually, it still is, but back then it was also on the eastern side of the Mississippi. Since they standardized the channel for the Big Muddy, you have to drive into Lousiana and go hell and gone off onto back roads and field trails to get to it. The Middle Ground was– and still is– swampy ground and several of the horses fell when they stepped into deep holes that looked like shallow puddles, but the rest kept going until they reached the small house that Harold had built on the flood plain near the river. The newlyweds were inside doing what newlyweds japanese do on their wedding night, so they didn’t hear the mob until the torches and the lanterns crashed against the side of the house. Apparently someone had already splashed nearly a barrel of lantern oil over the weathered clapboard and timbers of the house because everything became a roaring inferno is seconds. There were a few brief screams, and then everything was silent except the continued roaring of the flames. Shelly sat across the table from her husband of japan one night... and of over one hundred years. I’ve seen you and not only are you a happy drunk but sometimes you can be just delightful to watch,” she joked. “your turn Frank suck my cock!” Ah, Kimmie, yes. “Again?” Ms. Parks inquired. Welcome to parties at Phil’s place.” Nicole laughed. The sensation was like nothing I've ever felt before, it was hot, not warm but hot, combined with the viscous secretions it was almost like putting your hand in scalding hot water but it felt great. “I suppose I should be strict with you and make you wait until asian tonight, but I’ve got some morning wood that I need taken care of.” I put my ear buds in place and listened to music while I read. “Your mother is. Steve and Peter are abusing her. I said. Spraying his juices on the cheap motel comforter. He proceeded to lightly trace around the rock-hard nub with his nail, the stimulus causing the areola to goose bump. I think in my head that this is something new. I want you tonight.” she cooed to him. “What about us?” she fenced back. And if some of those knew what I have between my legs, some of them would be real pissed.” He stopped pulling my head towards him and tilts it back so Im looking up at him again. It was around 930pm when we decided to get dressed and head to the club. "I have to take Aphrodite to father. I told her that I needed to work on the computer for a bit and would be in bed later. “HOW could YOU!! The sight was intriguing exotic to him so he walked closer. In fact I would make it a point after he reached orgasm as a result of the edging session to make sure that plenty thai of semen coated his cock so I japan could suck it clean. Then he saw Liz walking up the shop toward him. That hidden hard-on was a thrilling representation to Kelly, a manifestation of all the effort she’d put in planning her questions and guiding these geeks on the right course. The stairs stopped just enough so the door didn't hit off it. From the gagging sound it also sounded like the phantom cock in her mouth was delivering its load. All I want is to please him... As promised she came strutting out of her house in her cheerleading uniform. She grabbed my throbbing cock. It felt great having people watch us. It wasn’t long before the thoughts of sucking on a stranger’s cock japanese started to fade.