She looked up and made eye contact and smiled shyly. He winked back at her. She noticed his jet black skin, black as coal, and as her eyes moved back,... she couldn't help noticing that he was as broad as he was tall. His powerful muscles showing through his T-shirt. As the train began to accelerate, Ginger's face began to redden, it was stiflingly hot and a sheen of sweat began to form on her neck and chest, but this was more than just heat, this was desire. Ginger rocked her hips backwards, and. For slaves, it's required. That's right: it was the law. A slave owner was required to ensure, one way or another, that their female slaves became pregnant within two months of acquiring them and have a minimum of four children within the first seven years. If you don't, they could actually take them away and resell them. The slave population wasn't that large as a percentage ― maybe one in ten back then ― and that included the male slaves who were mostly working in the mines or other outside. I’m not one to tell a man what he can or can’t do with his own damn body, though now that he’s made a promise, I expect him to keep it. I believe that this was a permanent, lifelong commitment, am I right, dear?” Christina backed Abel up quite happily, much to his relief.“So ... here? I’m allowed to sleep in the same bed with Abel and you? I haven’t shared a bed with Abel in years, but damned if I don’t want to now! With him ... and you. You’re the best sister-in-law ever! And you haven’t even. "Mom,?" Cain licked her ear, she sighed, that always turned her on for some reason. He spoke softly, a murmur of insinuating thoughts, as sensuous as the snake that was stiffening and rising up from between his legs. "Mom, would you like me to lick, you know where?"Eve giggled at his naughty question. Adam had stopped doing that, claiming that she offered things to nibble that were sure to get them in trouble. But she knew that it was a taste of paradise, not innocence - but the delights that.