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Marylou rejoined us in the room and a few minutes later Jonathan walked through the door. They stayed with us until the nurse shooed them out to the waiting room and put me into a gown, hair net, and booties. I looked silly dressed like a pixie carrying a .44 Magnum. “If those were white,” Lucy said with a laugh, “you’d look just like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.” I couldn’t think of a witty retort so I leaned in for another kiss, something I’d never tire of. I sat in a chair and held Lucy’s hand while we waited for amateur Dr. Murphy to check on Lucy’s progress. The waiting was adorable interminable—even worse than any of the stakeouts I’d been on and some of them were so long that I’d had to piss into a coffee cup several times to maintain continuous surveillance. Finally, around 5:00 p.m. Lucy’s water broke. She told me to grab some dinner—not in the cafeteria--while the nurses efficiently cleaned up the mess and notified Dr. tits Murphy—all within five minutes. I guessed then that it was the same as shooting—concentration and practice. After kissing Lucy again and taking her order for a large ginger ale with lots of ice I reluctantly left to see if Jonathan and Marylou wanted to join me. They did and we opted for barbecue; it would be quick and we could sit in the pleasant patio outside the restaurant. They ordered huge pulled pork while I felt like brisket. We ate quickly, but enjoyed a delicious meal. Our waitress brought a large cup of icy ginger ale along with a refill of my un-sweet tea as she wished us the best. I realized then that the entire city knew that Lucy was in labor. I wondered then if everyone knew how she screamed during orgasm. I wouldn’t be surprised. I walked into Lucy’s room with Dr. Murphy. After a brief examination she closed the door and spoke quietly. “Lucille, you’re Cuckold dilated, but not enough. Do you remember that we discussed this possibility during one of your visits?” I recalled that conversation clearly. Lucy would have to deliver by C-section. That meant general anesthesia which could be dangerous, but it also meant that my wife would be spared the physical ordeal of giving birth. I signed the permission for the surgical procedure and ten minutes later a surgical nurse arrived to wheel Lucy down the corridor. I left then to speak with her parents. The hot water from overhead massaged his neck and huge shoulders as he continued to stroke himself. You’ll feel my lips on it. She quickly rolled Sandy over and unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties, leaving Sandy naked on her bed. “He didn't do that to you, did tits he?” said the boy in a whisper. She then spanked Chloe’s arse, causing her to yelp in pain. I have an idea; I want you to run and get a little girls dress and Patton Leather pumps Cuckold and lacy top socks. May like a pit bull having his teeth into a bone. Mr.Jay put May's socks back on before unbinding her legs, then attaching each leg to the corners of the bed laying her now spread eagle, her panties still pulled down to her adorable thighs and stretching the gap. She planted a soft wet kiss on Jena's juicy lips and before Lisi knew it Jena had pulled her close and slid her wet tongue deep inside Lisi's mouth. After the usual newspaper reading ritual we set to work on taking the plaster of Paris off the silicone mould. It was a small puddle of something that looked like sperm, lying on the edge of the sink, right next to the countertop of the vanity. It had a lustrous gleam about it, exciting. His reading amateur glasses were off. He went over, moved her hands and slapped her pussy hard. "Don't be too sure," Mark said, with a charming grin on his face. We finally found a space near the water’s edge and spread our towel. He loved the view, all of her feminine treasures were on display, she was still lubricated, he couldn't resist, he began to finger her anus. Knock yourself out.” I say. - I wanted to do this when we got along better ... but I see that now it's not going to happen ... John writes the amount on a napkin, pushes it across the table. I will only do what you tell me to, what we agree to and only together.” As we drove off, I assertively asked, “Will you spank my slut ass, pull my hair, and fuck me like a cheap whore when we get home?” A request I often make. “I would like that very much,” Emma said.