My only saving grace being that at least I had been proficient enough to give her grandc***dren. She would have me committed to a mental assylum if sh... knew my plans for the weekend proclaiming she was right all along, "that man is a digusting little perv!" Rightly or wrongly in her opinion I was glad she was so far away and that it was her distance from her precious little girl that allowed this "no good loser" in her words to indulge in his disgusting little hobby.The irony of the situation. If Karla wasn’t a stunner to look at, she made up for it with a certain amount of style. She was bright, she spoke well, she had a ready wit, nice manners, and rarely swore or used foul language. She didn’t smoke, and she was fairly popular at school. All in all, Karla was a really great girl, and I was proud to have helped bring her up this way.When Karla was seventeen, she got her first boyfriend. His name was Anthony, and he was two years older than she was. He was a decent enough young guy,. My nimble fingers knead the other one. By now she is not struggling. I'm thinking she is just trying to get this over with so I would leave. In reality her movements are thick with lust, her thoughts of fighting back drowned out by the throbbing of her clit. My tongue swirls around the nipple. I draw it taut between my teeth before letting it go. I growl deeply, sending a shiver through her, and begin suckling the other nipple and fumbling at my belt. Soon my fingers are sliding down, further,. I put my head to my arms and sighed. So me mother I didnt need to raise my head to see her nod. Suddenly I jerked my head up and my heart and gaze blazed. what do I need to do. My mother lit the candles around me as my sister finished drawing the circle. My palms were sweating and my nerves were frayed. I had to constantly stop myself from coming up with the worst possible what ifs. I jumped at the cool hand on my shoulder. Are you okay son, I nodded and swallowed hard. I placed a hand upon.