He was fortunate that her birthday came before she got pregnant.After the wedding he expected things to slow down a bit. No, she wouldn’t let that h...ppen. Just as Fred had been best man at his wedding he had been best man at Fred’s wedding a few months before his. It was like a whirlwind of sex. They had double dated a lot before so it didn’t seem so odd to continue. Yet now the girls were dancing with either of them and even kissing them. It just progressed so easily. Soon he watched Fred fuck. The reason for that discomfort was not because Tom was now sitting on stage before an audience of hundreds of Blanke Schande College students, plus staff and faculty but because he was wearing clothes. In fact both of them were and both of then felt very uncomfortable. Even Jamie Williams, sitting just next to Belinda, was wearing clothes and she was feeling very uncomfortable too.The elegant picture of Tom wearing a lovely black suit with a white shirt and a red tie was broken by the action of. They had dried off and were cuddling up in bed when they heard Henry coming out of the bathroom.“Come here a minute Dad,” James called.Henry cowered into the bedroom, wondering what new humiliation his son had in store for him.“Here,” James said, tossing his mother’s nightdress that he had taken from under the pillow. “Put that on.”Henry caught the nightdress. He looked at the vision of his wife naked in bed, holding her son’s cock while James was kneading her breast roughly. Slowly he unfolded. Nectar! Life. I grabbed his wrist and held it to my mouth. I arched my back as if the blood pleasured me.At that, his fingers fucked me harder as the blood flowed into my mouth. My desire to live hungered for the blood and my need for passion hungered for orgasm. I fucked at his fingers as his blood flowed into me.He pulled his wrist from me and replaced it with his lips. He never pulled his fingers out of my pussy. I could feel myself wet and tight. He bit my lip and sucked at my blood. His.