Oh, God! I screamed, feeling like I was being swallowed up by the storm of my orgasm. I could feel my juices pouring out of my body and Sharla lapping... them up with her tongue. The men in the room were cheering and giving each other slaps on the back and high-fives. Sharla moved up and scooped me into her arms. She held me and gave me soft kisses, whispering how good I tasted. That was probably the best party I ever worked, most likely because it was my first, when I was still somewhat of an. He said he had accepted as he would be just twenty-one and he had his whole life in front of him. He said the position had excellent potential and the salary they offered was very competitive.I told him I would be eighteen next month and was sitting four "A" levels. Three were at school, the other Sociology as Jamie knew I was studying this at college. Then University was the plan and added I had been accepted at Warwick as long as I gained my expected "A" level grades.We soon recovered enough. Well, once, but that's another story. My sexual experience was strictly limited to self pleasure and a few kisses and touches with a girl that lived round the corner, who regularly worked herself round our little group of guys.One of my close friends, Aaron, lived in a house that backed onto a large field, where us boys would spend a lot of our time, playing football, occasionally drinking and just generally hanging out. Aaron's parents had just divorced, and his Mum took a pretty relaxed. The Veela in my family is dying out, my grandmother has acknowledged that and accepted it. As long as the bloodline continues there will always be Veela in the family, even if its a mere percentage.As long as...Until just recently that in itself was in jeopardy. My cousins were all boys, my sister positive that her mate was a girl and as for me...I was happily married to Bill Weasley and trying for a family. Then the vaginal pains started and St. Mungo's revealed the worst news to me. Our.