Well, not one of my own.Black net hose, and a hot red Lycra-and-lace skirt that wassupposed to be a slip-smoother but I wore it on the outside. Platf...orm red heels that made me look seven-inches taller.Ma kept it up. "Leon called you white trash! Now I ask you! Ithink the man is a bigot!"I grinned. "Ma, he's black, how can *he* be a bigot?" 'WhiteTrash' was sort of one of Leon's pet names for me. I'm AmericanIndian and Italian and mixed, I'm not exactly white. Most peoplearound here. She moaned into my mouth, "Ahhhhh, Yeah."I looked over her shoulder to John and with my eyes invited him to join in. John snuggled up to Carol's back and rubbed his recovering cock between her ass cheeks. He put his arms around her.He started softly kissing her neck and shoulders and he whispered into her ear, "Carol, Carol."Carol softly moaned "Ahhhh." John started fingering her ass and I could feel his fingering through the thin membrane between her ass and cunt. Carol turned her head and. " She kissed me. I responded quickly, kissing her, then pulled back. "This isn't right. I, we, could stir up a whole lot of trouble doing this..." Please, daddy? I really want to, and we're both adults now, Please?"I looked her in the face. She had that look. Innocence on the verge of triumph, I kissed her.She pulled her hands out from behind her back and embraced me. "Be gentle, daddy, I've never done this before."I started slipping out of her grasp, down her chest, unbuttoning as I went.. I love my mother and sister unconditionally. What is wrong if I make love to them. This way, our love would grow more intense. That is why, I continue to call my mother “Mom or Maa” because I everytime I make love with her, I want to feel that I am making love to my mother, my janani.The function was over and now it was time for my second suhagraat with my sister. I was told to wait inside the room. The bed was decorated with flowers and that day it was raining outside which made the mood.