That’s not to say that all they ever did as a family was fuck, but there were times when it felt like it.As far as Maggie was concerned, the best th...ng was Sunday mornings. Maggie was an early bird, especially on weekends, and she had developed a kind of early morning ritual which she called her ‘Love Round’.Sunday was one of those mornings, and Maggie awoke at around six feeling particularly horny. As she stirred she saw that her husband lying next to her was out for the count and had decided. Her head hurt, her legs hurt, her chest hurt from her assailant’s rough advances and now this same freak was about to bury his fangs in her neck. Even now he was squeezing her neck, making it hard to breathe. Alana couldn’t take it anymore. Her consciousness, which was steadily slipping ever since she collided with that pole, definitely took a backseat now. Her eyes closed, she gave into the darkness of her mind, her other senses shutting down, helping her retreat far into herself, where. A true story"Please Nick, don't put your cock there. I'm not ready for that."Nick: "Come on Anna, open your legs, let me do you the right way. We've waited too long and I know you're ready for it." No! I told you I'm not doing that. I can't. In four weeks I'm going to be married and on my wedding night I want my husband to be the one who takes my cherry. I've waited this long. I want to be a virgin for him. He deserves that."Nick: "Let me bust your cherry now and on your wedding night,. .If I live to be a hundred I will remember the details of the evening that followed..To start with, Helen removed my pants and led me to a large leather sofa in the middle of the suite.'Make yourself comfy on there,' she said, and I lay back on the cushions. Helen unclippped her bra, removed it and dropped it to the floor. then she took her panties off...I gazed at her in undisguised lust..she was beautiful-everything I loved in a woman..lovely breasts,curves and legs to die for..She knelt.