I thought everyone had gone to bed when I went to the kitchen for some water. When I returned I found my son sitting in the armchair opposite the sofa... I sat down on the sofa and pulled out the duvet Mum had dug out for me."You know Gran's worried about you. No, change that; we're all worried." David said between yawns."I really don't know why, I'm okay. I thought I'd been remarkably calm." Oh, you have, too calm; so calm that we don't recognise you. I never thought I'd ever long to hear one of. WAAAaaaaaaa…………”Darrell of course ignored her and in a final thrust, rammed his cock through her hymen, ripping it away, and at the same time he bit as hard as he could onto her right breast not caring whether he drew blood or not. Karen screamed in pain at both the rupturing of her maiden head and the severe bite that drew a drop or two of blood. Darrell was so excited from the thrill of raping Karen that it didn’t take him more than a couple of minutes of thrusting in and out of Karen’s cunt. My biological clock was ticking. My parents had already made some pointed remarks about grandchildren. His parents had done the same, with his mother in that indirect but oh-so-intrusive manner trying to ask whether there was some problem. There was a problem. Her son wasn't interested in bedding his bride. No sex, no baby.I slipped on the black cocktail dress and carefully made up my face. Maybe the problem was me. I had bought and read a book on sex my sister had recommended. I finished it. "Open your mouth" I instructed here.Reaching up and slid my fingers into her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked on her own sticky nectar. She licked between each finger, cleaning the seemingly delicious fluids between them. I leaned down and kissed her lips, she instantly shot her cum covered tongue into my mouth, sharing her own juices with me."Your fingers stretched me, you're making me feel so good! It's everything I imagined being with you would be. I want more, do what you want with my.