“And I love you.” How could he help loving her, when she had been writhing from the attention of his fingers and lips just a moment ago? “Unfort...nately, I forgot that if you stay here, I still have to put the rubber on.”“No you don’t.”“You can’t mean that. Foam alone is worse than the rubber alone, and we couldn’t possibly afford a baby now.”“Somebody has to. You don’t. Now lie sideward on the bed; turnabout is fair play.” And playing, if not fairness, was on her mind after all his delightful. Kathy thought that she was having a nightmare. She was being raped. Her attacker had her pinned to the bed. His wickedly hard cock was buried, deeply in her most intimate area. Then she realize that her eyes were open, she focussed and recognized the rapist. Curly. Her own son was raping the pussy that caused him to be born almost nineteen years ago. “No!! You can’t,” she screamed and tried to push him off and out of her body. She only succeeded in lifting him a little.. She was clad in an outfit of close fitting cloth that resembled leaves. It covered her well enough, but left her arms and legs bare, elven style. Hyandai had dressed thus often, much to the pleasure of the eyes of the men of Morrovale.Her ankle was broken, he could see, and he crouched low to make himself less threatening. She stopped screaming when he held out his hands, palm forward and approached her slowly, whispering quiet soothing words to her. She said nothing and seemed to be mainly. After a few moments, Kirsten had the steaming mug of coffee topped with extra whipped cream and chocolate shavings.“It's the end of my shift now, have fun.” she told her co-workers, to upraised eyebrows, and looks of disbelief.She took the coffee to a small table where the girl had sat down. She knew that the girl must have been aware of the charms she had on display but appeared not to notice, or to not care, that her breasts were fully visible through her clothing. Kirsten couldn’t help.