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His face brightened when he saw Shelly’s white dress blowing in the evening winds as she crossed the cotton patch. Her peaches and cream complection was only slightly darker than the white dress which billowed around her. She was married in that dress. And she would have been buried in that dress had they ever found the body... or the dress. No bodies or human remains of any sort teens were ever recovered from the ruins of the house. By the time the fire had burned itself out, there was nothing left but a thin layer of fine, gray ash, confined mostly within the four rows of bricks which held the house slightly off the wet ground. Not finding the bodies was probably best. That prevented an argument as to where to bury the couple. Her family was part of the elite of Natchez. His pedigree was from the other side of the river and a little more mixed. In those days he would have been called a “quadroon,” meaning that he was only one-fourth black. His grandmother was a house slave on a Louisiana cotton plantation. His mother was a “mulatto,” meaning that her father– unknown, but probably the Lord of the Manor– was white. She was technically a free woman, having been freed by her master at his death, but her life was not much better than when she was a slave. She eked out a living in one of Vidalia’s “sporting houses.” His father... also white... probably from Natchez... was also unknown. Thus, through the introduction of two generations of unknown white fathers, the heritage of his mother’s had been diluted to one-fourth. Harold and Shelly were married on Halloween. There were several reasons why they chose that date. One was that they knew that the Justice of the Peace who could marry them would be highly inebriated on hard cider at the town Halloween party. He always was and this year was no different. With a shaky hand and slurred words, he was able to conduct the ceremony with a little help, but his mind was too muddled to fully understand what was happening or what he was actually doing. The other reason for choosing Halloween was that it was possible to be married while still in full costume, including masks. That way the drunken JP would be even less likely to realize he was sanctioning miscegenation. Shelly was dressed as a witch bride with a white dress, a black witch’s hat, and a black silk mask covering the upper half of her face. Her long, blond hair was tucked carefully up into the pointed hat balanced on her head. Harold wore a Minstrel cum Man’s outfit with an oversized black coat and a ridiculously large red cravat tied partially in a bow. All he used as a mask was a wide stripe of white grease paint smeared around his mouth. From a distance... or through a drunken haze... he looked like a white man in Brunette black face. It wasn’t until almost midnight that Shelly’s family figured out what was going on and tracked down the JP. Shelly and Harold had used their real names in the official marriage book. The Justice became suddenly much more sober when he realized that he had just married the daughter of one cumshot jizz of Natchez’ most powerful families to a man, who before “The War,” would have been a slave. “She bewitched me,” he screamed out. “I couldn’t tell what I was doing.” Maybe Shelly’s father believed him. "I haven't fucked her either, so see? He didn't remember putting his hands behind his head, or spreading his legs, but realized that he had already Brunette assumed the ordered position, even before his knees hit the floor with a thump. Harry felt his stomach plummet and he immediately took out his wand. I cumshot know you want in on this. "My turn," I told him. I was looking forward to seeing her cum many times cum on the ‘fucking machine’. Half his length inside Hermione, Michael slowly started to pull out, loving how snug her cunt was, gripping his cock. “That’s a naughty boy.” named Tiffany. He asked if the entire party was present. "Good morning my Husband." she locked her legs around me "You may kiss the jizz bride you know." It whined and whimpered in excitement. CRACK! Michael grinned as her nose pressed against his pubic area. When she eventually stripped the rest we found she had a nice pair of double-D’s. Quite saggy teens but they would look fine in a bra. FUCK YES!" she smiled into the camera as the cock drove straight up her gapping asshole. “Our loyal customers we the subjugated Brothel Whores of the Kennel Bitch Brothel are aware that the recent changes in the services we provide to you have been upsetting. Now the last but worst part is she tied my braid end to the metal waist ring. "Why am I different though? “Who owns you?” She asks with a WHAP on my rear. He had the strong urge to cup his hands over his bare genitals to hide them from her view. He’s on our violent crimes team. leans back and spreads her legs.