Anyway, it wasn’t to be, two months after Margaret’s death, and six months of trying to conceive, Eve and I went to check our fertility, only to f...nd that I’m the one with the problem. Though I can produce buckets of semen, there are very few fish in the sea. Eve had been chemically messing around with her hormones for years, but I was the one incapable of parenthood – or not completely incapable, just a less-than-five-percent chance, very long odds. And so within the space of twelve months we. She became aware of voice, groaning and panting, and was shocked to realise it was hers.Suddenly, she felt a sharp sting on her ass.“Stop grunting, whore – it’s very un-ladylike. Then again, you are not much of a lady, are you? You’re a dirty, slimy little cunt. Say it. Tell me what you are, and how much you adore being used.”“I….am….a…..dirty….little….bitch…..” she groaned between thrusts.“I bet you don’t even care WHO’S cock it is that’s using you, do you?”“No…Sir”“I am going to fuck you in. My tits are pushed up together and you tease me with your fingers, avoiding the very place I need to feel you. My own hand moves down to undo my jeans, but you push it away and laugh softly at my frustration. Finally your own hands move down, undoing them yourself and you pull them off. I still don't get what I really want though. Your hands and tongue continue to dance over my skin, making my whole body tingle, but you still tease. You still don't even take a nipple into your mouth. My breath. If I were you I would be carefully. I don’t believe he has managed to have sex yet and as he reminded me, teenagers are always horny.”They grinned and the exotic beauty refusing to let me out of bed kissed my chest. “But virgins are so yummy.”They laughed again and she let me go. Cara smiled as I stood up reaching for my sleeping pants beside the bed. “And he has a nice package too.”The other two women had been staring at my erection and I blushed, “I better go make breakfast before someone.