Love and tragedy, joy and loss, triumph and bitter failure. Life and death, always. All spawned by the flame that refused to yield. Silmaria’s sobs ...uieted quickly, and for a time she simply sat, holding the fallen young Lord whom she’d grown to love with her tears running down her cheeks. For those few moments, she was quite simply overloaded. Grief and fear warred for dominance, and then seemed to decide they were perfectly content to share her in equal measures. Fear from the horrifying. S. “After 9 months you tell me!!”...”What? You didn’t want to tell me in case it WASN”T a black baby?!?!”.... You know the rest...why didn’t you tell me,why didn’t you call the police, the school...you can’t now, no one will believe you, you’ll be the one on trial...the whole works. She was reeling. The rest of the family had a similar, if not as harsh, reaction. Mostly, they just stayed away, became strangers, avoided contact. Same at work. She didn’t tell anyone but me “the story”, as I had. I got a little carried away because I had quite a hand full of hair and was really rammin' her head back and forth on my cock. She was kinda gaggin a bit from time to time. I pulled back and kissed her. She was OK and said God I love you more each time we fuck. I said wow, thanks. She said, no problem thank you honey. From there now that she was getting all wet, I moved down and started to lick her clit. She has been toying with the idea of gettin a clit ring, but can't figure out how. This was the easiest way. Be a good little cunt and I'llpull out the two toys to give you some relief."There was only a furious expression of frustration in response. Raquelreached into her panties and put the vibrator on its highest setting,eliciting Markus' beautifully arousing moans.She had found the address and it turned out the real Raquel only lived anhour away. The smile on her face never quite faded as she stepped outonto the porch of the pretty beachside house. Of course, it was.