I wanted to know what she was wearing. Wanted to know if she was as turned on as me. Wanted to know what she was doing. I imagined various scenarios i... my head. Imagined her lying on the bed rubbing her clit, playing with her amazing breasts and went to the extent of imagining her playing with a dildo. (When I’m horny my imagination goes wild and far-fetched….lol).But I didn’t say anything to her. I was scared that she would think I crossed the limit and stop everything. At least now I’m. Of course they were. Cathy and I had had a very wide bed, and it could easily accommodate the three of us when, a few days after the funeral, they took up nightly residence in it, either side of me. At first, I could fuck them both, before going to sleep and again in the morning, but gradually that frequency dropped so I'd fuck one of them at bedtime, and the other before getting up in the morning.There was a sudden glut of pregnant females. Cathy had been the one to insist the girls were. For my part I had to go indoors and finish the job by hand. That dinnertime Molly asked had he put that old boar to the sow yet, he said he had seen to that that very morning and that the deed was done and a lot of seed had been, splashed about, Fred asked what I had thought of his pig pens, saying he`d seen me looking them over that morning and keeping a very straight face, it was my turn to blush, though luckily no one noticed as just then little Milly began to cough which diverted. Her entire body started to jerk violently as she opened her eyes and looked into mine. "Are you cumming for me baby? Are you getting ready to cum all over my big cock?" I asked."Mmmmmm oooohhh fuck, mmmmhhhmmm, yeah, yeah oh god, oh god, oooohhh ggod!!" She moaned.I started to thrust my cock in and out of her pussy, thrusting it in as far as I could and out to my cock head. I started to thrust it in and out faster determined to make her cum very hard. Her pussy started to squirt and spasming.