Her mouth was still holding my nipple and was biting little harder. I moaned louder with that pleasureful pain of her bite.She raised her head and st...rred into my eyes. She gently ran her fingers through my hair and pushed them back. She kissed my forehead and laid straight on my body and slowly moved downwards, kissing and licking my belly and naval before going down further to my pubic. She gently massaged my thighs from the sides with both her hands and slowly moved her hands inside my. "Billingsly, his wife and son are dead," he told his son many times before. "That wench that has been crowned queen will be yours for the taking." What if I don't want her?" Felix asked."You'll want her all right," Peter grinned. "From what I hear she is very beautiful and her red hair is as bright as the sun." Isn't she supposed to be good with a bow?" For a woman, yes. But any of our men can outshoot her. After all, she is only a female and can't be as strong as our bow men." This brought a. The pot roast was not dry. I think it was the best one my mother ever made. She finally broke the silence. "I told you the roast was dry." She was fishing for my father to make a comment how good it is. By the noises he was making while he ate it was evident that it was good. "It is very good, the best ever." He gave her a wink. "Thank you Leo." She said. Her pet name for dad was Leo. She use to joke that is was because he was such an animal in bed. My parents were always open about sex. Mother. “No, sir,” I answered softly.“Do you want me to be your first?” he enquired, tenderly.“Yes, sir, please, sir,” I answered, with a quiet eagerness.“Once I start, I won’t stop,” Neal warned in a voice thick with lust.“I won’t make a sound, sir, I promise. I don’t care how sore it is,” I then continued, using his name for the first time, “Neal, I want you to take my cherry… I want you to fuck the breath out of me, I always want to remember you from this night on,” I pleaded.My entreaty was spot-on.