SN, finally catching the drift self-consciously dropped to his hands and knees for me (yet again) under the table, taking up the laces and going to wo...k on my boot in clear view of everyone."There's a good girl" I cooed at him, lifting my left foot out of my boot and giving him a little stroke on his knee. If he looked up, he'd have a spectacular view up my skirt of my leaky vagina this time. I don't know if he did or not, since I went back to sipping my coffee and glaring at the patrons brave. I wasn't happy about what I was hearing in the least. There was no uncertainty now about my worse fear becoming reality. There were going to be black babies in our growing family, since Ken and Ron were both black."Well on the plus side, you won't have to worry if the baby will be white this time darling." Said Alice, as I looked dejected by this latest turn of events."It was their combined cum you sucked out of me tonight honey. Like you, Kyle and Bob will wear rubbers until... well, you. We have to respect her choice, even if we don't understand how she could choose it." Mrs. Parsons spoke softly, as she tried to console her brother. Anyone who knew Mr. Chalmers at all, knew that he was really stuck on Bea. If he hadn't been, he wouldn't have taken her to Hawaii, or taken her out for the last weekend together either. For people like Mr. Chalmers, being seen out socially with a girl like Bea would be an embarrassment. Bea was really good at sex though, and that was probably why. I liked working in the fields with the men. I was free to be myself; treated as one of their own. They were bold, brash, and muscular, and didn’t care that I couldn’t talk, "Talk is for politicians and fisher-wives," they’d say. I worked until my muscles burned and my hands bled, but I never missed a day.They sang and laughed, and we drank rough cider that burnt my throat and made my head swim. When it wasn't raining, dust-covered everything, including our half-naked bodies that glistened from.