She was totally adamant that her cherry would remain intact for her wedding night. Every time I pressed her for sex she told me it was non-negotiable ...nd she really meant it. We settled for hand jobs and a rare blow-job until our wedding night.In talking with my male and female friends, I realized how rare it was to have a virgin bride. During the honeymoon in Cancun, we had great fun fucking like there was no tomorrow. She brought a copy of “The Joy of Sex” and we worked our way almost halfway. But the expression on her face was one of sadness. Her mouth was so tight and her eyes so dull that I couldn't think of her as attractive."Are you hurt?" she asked. She had a lovely alto voice at least."From the fall?" I asked. "Just my pride. Who are you?" My name is Francesca," she said. "I am Wizen's daughter." Is he okay? The last thing I remember is him looking a little faint."She sighed."He was badly shaken." Because he had no idea he had picked a cripple," I said.The look she gave me. Sheila watched as Wendy ran her hand all over her son's balls, reaching up between his legs as far as she could and rubbing his exposed muscular ass from time to time, spreading open the cheeks of his ass with her fingers and rubbing his ass-crack with her thumbnail.Sheila stared attentively, amazed at the expertise with which the sixteen-year-old girl stimulated her lover. She longed now to feel Wendy's hands herself, to see if they were as soft and warm and loving as Terry apparently found. I lowered my hand to kiss the back of her neck tenderly and began pushing and pulling my hips in a motion many of you are surely all too familiar with. It felt like heaven I tell you, and since I had nothing to compare it too, it was the closest thing to sex I'd ever felt. I had to contain myself not to cum all over her in the first couple of pumps. I slowly established a rhythm and with every push and pull, I got more and more aroused. As well as she did, in fact. See, my stiffy between her.