I could feel his finger playing against my hymen for a moment before he rolled over between my legs and started working at my clit with his fingers.Wi...h my legs spread apart, his fingers played deep in my now widely spread pussy. I could feel the deep movement of yet another climax in me, and pulled my knees up until my feet were flat on the quilt. I heard my breathing change and heard a gasp escape my lips. I was only moments from coming yet again. My mind crashed as the wave of ecstasy washed. We ascend several flights of stairs to the top floor study where the photo albums are kept, which offered me spectacular views of her sensual very tight arse. I am really struggling to focus by the third floor. Then, the joy of her reaching up to collect yet another photo album down from the shelf, her dress rides up and flops around as we get closer flicking through pages. She comments on my teenage physique in one of the photos, a boating trip, me with my top off, muscles bulging. Then she. "No Mother, I am not pregnant. I chose David because he asked."Not the ideal reason for getting married I thought, nor the one you want to hear from your prospective bride. I hoped that she was just winding her mother up a little."Hmmph!" Her mother responded. "I thought he was just another plaything, something to annoy Mark with, I never expected you to get serious about him. Have you spoke to Hamish, if you insist on getting married than I am sure that he will ask you given him the chance. At. ‘Well… goodnight… I hope you have sweet dreams.’ I say quietly with a smile… ‘Thanks for the blankets.’… As the words come out of my mouth I am disappointed with myself… I wanted to be the siren, the seducer here… I wanted to demand he ravage me… tell him I wanted to suck his cock right then and there, demand he remove his pants… something sexy like that. Instead I said good night and wished him good dreams. Similar things had happened before when we had been alone and I just couldn’t bring.