I already want to cum and I’m having to concentrate to maintain a semblance of control. I grab her hair roughly and pull her up towards me as I cont...nue to fuck her.‘Do you want me to fuck you hard?’ I ask, not really a question.‘…yeah…’ She manages in between moans.‘Beg me.’ I demand.‘Please,’ she barely manages to say. ‘I need you to fuck me.’I grip her hair even tighter.‘Not yet.’I push her back down and begin to fuck her a little bit harder, watching as my cock moves in and out covered in. “Jacob, let me ask you this. When you woke up this morning, who did you think you were going to marry?”I raised an eyebrow. “I had no idea,” I said, shaking my head. I haven’t thought about that kind of thing since Christmas.She took a quiet moment and looked me in the eyes again.“I know, every morning, who I want to marry. But it’s like a dream for me. I know where it’s going to happen. I just don’t know when,” she said with a faraway look.She stood up, paying no heed to her nudity, looking. Even in bare feet, she still heard me coming.Quietly, she said, “It will not stop. I pee, I wipe, there is blood. I put my hand there like a compress for a bandage, but it does not clot. The blood continues to slip out. What is happening to me?”“Remember our discussions? Congratulations, you’re having your first period in this body.” I turned the water to the shower on. “I suggest that you hop up and start in on a shower. It’ll make you feel better, and we can figure out what they use for. God, I felt like a teenager with him.That feeling was now present within me - naughty as I continued to sit upon my son's lap. There was so many of our extended family about us - none realizing what was poking my backside.Tearing my eyes from my grandchild I slowly looked down at my son's face - his eyes looking guilty right back at me. A slow reassuring smile seemed to calm him a little, and with a jerk of his cock I knew that he knew I was not going to leave my perch.A woman needed to know.