Rachel had met Richard about six-months earlier, just a casual thing, at a bookstore of all places.Rachel had been looking for a book to read to her's...and Frank's eleven-year-old daughter, Sylvia — "Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass," and had one of those momentary lapses of memory when she was about to type in the author's name, to find the exact location on the shelves to look.She must have been talking to herself, muttering aloud the title, because a handsome man suddenly. The dildo was bigger than any penis she'd encountered, but not large enough to cause too much pain.She felt pressure against her ass as the other copy started entering. It was a little painful, but good. She smiled at the other one and took its dildo into her mouth. The texture was perfect. It felt like skin.Soon everything started ratcheting up in intensity. All began fucking her faster, each time going a little deeper into whatever hole they were enjoying. Clara felt like the biggest slut in. It was when he’d found out about their secret relationship and hadn’t judged them along with the rest of the world. Leave them be, he’d thought to himself at the time. They’ve been through hell. He didn’t judge anyone for taking comfort where it was to be found. Besides, he’d had a long-term adulterous affair with their mother. He’d made love to Caroline right here in front of this fire while his own wife, Katherine, lay upstairs, dying of the consumption, and Eric was a wee lad, asleep in his. " But we've never really faced that squarely. Or, most whites haven't. You don't seem to have faced up to it!" Richard retorted, surprising himself, as well as his mother by the strength of his assertion."Our families never owned slaves, Richard," his mother attempted to counter earlier statement. "We were never part of that." Well, there's more than one way to benefit from slavery, even if not directly. There's been all sorts of indirect benefits to whites that actually opposed slavery. The.