Misty fell back down, nearly crying as Miranda's mouth came away. "Please-!" she managed, sitting up on her elbows and catching her lover's gaze, "I- ...-!" Don't want me to stop?" teased Miranda a touch breathlessly, running her tongue over her teeth in anticipation.Misty nodded weakly, her toes curling of their own accord as Miranda's index finger traced a line up between her labia and spreading moisture across her clit. Misty could only quiver as her lover licked her again, this time making. He pounded into her still body for some minutes then he grunted as he came."You want a go?" he looked up at me.Well of course I did for my cock was painfully hard in my pants."You sure?" I asked."Yeah, she's just a slut," he said off hand.I moved between her legs and pushed into her; her eyes snapped open and she tried to push me off but I was too heavy. Despite the drink, I was rock hard and I pounded into her until I too spunked."Let's take the slut to bed," announced Roger.By the time I had. . wait ... She belonged to Malcolm and that makes us related?”No -- there’s more. Mom found Mabel in the eighteen ninety census and her race was listed as Mulatto -- mixed race. Kit -- when a mixed-race child was born into slavery, there’s a strong likelihood that the father was the slave-owner and the mother, one of his slaves. Believe me, it couldn’t be the other way round.“I’m trying to keep up...”It’s okay -- I couldn’t keep it straight either until Mom showed me some of her documentation.. Ron and I continued visiting our spouses twice a week. They were short visits, with lunch in the middle. We spent more time feeding them then eating ourselves. Two weeks before we left, I was feeling guilty, because I added a few additional days. I didn't tell Ron.We booked a much longer trip than people generally do for a first trip. That was probably because of how comfortable we were together. We added a few days in Toronto first, booked the train to Montreal, and added two days in Montreal.