“You find a place,” he whispered. “Yeah. Down by the blackberry patch,” Fred said equally as quiet.The two rushed down to the shield of the bu...hes.Finally covered, Roman announced, “I got you some biscuits and ham left over from they breakfast.”“Thank ye, kindly,” Fred obliged,“Was it hard in them fields today?”“Not no harder than always.”“I just hate what they make y’all do.”“It’s gotta be betta bein’ a house nigga,” Fred said inhaling the victuals.“I is still a slave,” stressed Roman.“I know. Bill wanted his youngest c***d to come in and grasp his cock and stroke it, to bring him off, use her mouth.That very thought ended his train of thought with his daughters name on his lips he shot spurt after spurt of thick cream from his sensitive cock, his hand grasping the ejaculating head, preventing his semen from flying everywhere. Bill Gorman lay on his bed, his cum covered hand still holding his spent cock feeling guilty at having masturbated to such a perverted fantasy and yet there. I was unsure how to handle this situation.I decided to make a joke of it."Darla, I'd like you to meet Teddy and Teddy Too." I did the quick namechange thinking Darla wouldn't appreciate "Josam's" real name. Instead ofbecoming angry, she seemed happy to find them there. She picked them bothup and squeezed them tight in the same way Sam had done last weekend."We really are sisters, aren't we?" she asked."You're the best sister a girl ever had," I assured her. I thought for amoment that she was. He looked down at her, writhing, aching for him. He couldn't help but smile.He put his cock against the entrance to her cunt, looking down into her eyes as he prepared to enter her. He was a married man, but his lust was stronger than his marriage vows. He knew he should feel guilty right now, but his betrayal and this forbidden act only fed his lust.He looked at her with raw desire and thrust his cock into her. She gasped, feeling her walls open as his organ pushed inside her. He sank himself.