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He withdrew his finger and took hold of my knees. You won’t tell, right Ma.” It wasn’t a question. His penetration was not as dry as mine had been. It’s not right. I sniffed and coughed. Hory sat like an Indian, legs crossed. “Better wait til morning, Ma. The neighbors were mostly widows, as I indicated earlier. “Get on your knees and let me look, Ma.”
“No, Son. Hory would take a switch to me, I imagined, if he was seriously crossed. “Oooooohhhhh, Mama!”
My son ejaculated into me. Two years later, the Confederacy was enslaved. My face burned with shame. Instead of a loin cloth, his manhood pointed freely. S.M.O.M.S. “Ma, you have to fix that smokehouse before you go into town. If I have to go into town-”
“Did you fuck a Yankee for our pigs, Ma?” His voice was upset, because he knew better than to ask. “Bind her ankle tight, Hory.” My grandfather advised. So I can put it in.” He grasped his manhood, as if to prepare. I heard of two who had taken to living together, and the scandal was let go much too quickly