The doctor diagnosed her as pregnant, and there could only be one father.The entire village looked to congratulate Sophia and me. The priest insisted ...hat we marry prior to the baby's birth, and the rest of the world celebrated Christmas Eve, Sophia and I became legally married. Of course, there was no honeymoon, just wild sex for the night. Sophia did not object to the marriage and even kissed me during the service but I could tell her heart wasn't really in it. We did start passionately. While we were standing there I stepped in behind her, holding her body against mine I was kissing her on the back of her neck. She could feel my dick against her fine ass and started to move it back and forth as if she was fucking me. This made my cock get even harder; she knows how to push my buttons. I slid one of my hands down and started playing with her pussy through her dress; I could feel her pussy lips starting to swell. She started to moan every so softly. Her little noises made my. “Why don’t you ring Evan and tell him? I bet he’ll be pissed off and sort Ross out.”I said “Let’s sleep on it. We’ll figure out what to do in the morning.”I didn’t get much sleep that night. And for once my erection had disappeared and thoughts of sex were far from my mind. What if? What if? What if?The next morning there was a text on my cellphone. From Ross.“Sorry Mike. Should never have rung. Just horny. Please don’t tell uncle”.Off the hook. Thank God. I let Chrissy know immediately.“Told. Her head hit the doorjamb, but neither was really aware of it, the moment too consuming for external stimuli to have much effect. Her clothes were almost ripped off of her slender body as his hit the floor in a blur of motion and desperation to become naked. They collapsed on the bed in a tangle of arms, legs and hands that grasped and gripped. She wriggled and managed to lie on her back while manoeuvring him between her parted thighs.There was no nicety about their coupling. Abigail thrust her.