.. have I interrupted something?" No, no dear, Ned and I were just having a chat. I'll put the kettle on, she said, resorting to the typically English...cover for and awkward moment.Susie breezed on through to go to her room, and Ned took the opportunity to sidle towards the door."I will find out Ned," his mother said, and she grinned. "If I'm going to be a granny I want to know who the mother is."A red faced Ned scrambled out of the door and fled to his room. Actually, he thought, if she didn't. "What are you doing, Nick?" she demanded."Well, putting in a little variation," I told her weakly.She gave me what was almost a pitying look. "Darling, this isn't a nightclub where you do 'interpretations.' Sing it the way Verdi wrote it, right on the beat." When I looked doubtful she pressed the point home. "Trust me, dear, it works. It's much stronger, especially with your gorgeous legato. That old man knew more about writing music than both of us together, and he didn't just toss this off. I’d had a clear look at her pussy, I couldn’t work out whether Anna had seen her from where she was sitting. Carol had undone a button on her dress. Every time Carol leaned forward to get her drink or some olives Anna got a good look at her cleavage. Anna was wearing linen trousers that were loose at the bottom but tight at the top. As we relaxed more she gradually spread her legs apart. Nothing obscene or overly obvious but a sexual gesture. I was pretty certain I was looking at a camel toe.. Lets face it, a baby was the last thing that either of us wanted, or needed, at this point in our young lives. Well, they say the third times the charm. And in my case, it definitely was. Ray fucked the crap out of me, relentlessly humping away at my pussy for what must have been at least 15 to 20 minutes or more (it seemed to me that he really had to struggle to achieve that third orgasm of his), before he finally pumped out yet another load of his semen directly into the back pocket of my.