"Oh, Mary, I'm so sorry. Are you a single mother?" Yes, but I do know the father, not by name, of course. One of the rapists was a light-skinned black...man. If you look closely at my daughter, you will see some faint characteristics of the black race."I reached and caressed the baby's face. "She will become an astonishingly beautiful woman." I looked up at Mary. "You know that, don't you?"She nodded and tears brimmed in her eyes. She said, "But you are the first person to say so, the first. I played around with my hair and was able to put it in a rather crudefeminine style. I was again amazed at how much I looked like Gwen with myhair like that. I played with her dolls for awhile.I saw the Mailman put some mail in the box that was at the end of thewalk. Our house, like all the houses in the area. Was set back abouttwenty feet from the sidewalk.Mom told me that she was expecting an important letter and to get it assoon as it arrived. Not wanting to change my clothes, I put on one. She let her head fall back against the ground, breathing heavily and covered with sweat and blood.Béla was in the same sweat-soaked condition, having ridden her own waves of ecstasy as they flowed through her body, then were amplified by her sister’s orgiastic pleasure and swept through her again.Béla lay on her sister, holding herself up with unsteady hands so that she could gaze into Beth’s face. Sweat ran down her face and breasts in rivulets, speckling Beth’s torso and breasts with her. "I've wanted to make you cum for so long baby." I said as she threw her head back. Her hips were thrashing back and forth. I kissed her hard. I couldn't take it any more. I dropped to my knees as she placed her hand gently on my head. "Do you want me to lick this little pussy baby?" I asked. "God yeah!" She replied. I placed my nose as close to her pussy as I could and inhaled. The smell of her pussy made my cock become more rigid. I looked up at her and into her eyes. I peeled her little thong.