A few minutes later, Sumita was wheeled, apparently to the labour room. As far as Indian laws are concerned, nobody, apart from the people assisting i... the birth, is allowed inside the labour room – no family, no friends.The next one-hour seemed like more than four hours to me. By the time Sumita was wheeled back into her cabin, I could see her completely exhausted from the birth. She still had drops of perspiration on her forehead and I took out my handkerchief and wiped them off. She held on. Now I have actually seen on TV where some guys can get dressed up like a girl, and really look like one. That wasn't the case here. I definitely looked like a guy - dressed like a girl. I mean - I had short hair - nothing we could do about that. Manly features - nothing we could do about that. But boy, did my legs look hot! With those heels, those hose, shaved legs - they looked good! I saw some perfume out on the wardrobe and put it on to add to the effect. With the smell of the perfume, the. I slowly pumped her for maybe a couple minutes. I was getting better with my timing and holding off now, not like when I first started fucking her. Suddenly she started digging her fingers into my hips with a loud moan as she started bouncing up and down. . “Fuck me hard like you’ve never fucked me before.” She moaned loud. “Oh god, I’m coming. Ooooooo yes, yes oh god I’m cumin. It feels so good.” She let out a low scream as I pounded her. I felt my load rush down my cock as I shoved. She continued without slowing as I began to moan louder, “That’s it baby.” My orgasm built to the point of no return and I began to shoot my load into her mouth. She took my cock out of her mouth and continued to give me a hand job as string after string of my white pearls shot onto the stairway floor. When I was done cumming, she put my cock back into her mouth and licked it clean. She kissed the tip of my now flaccid cock and pulled my pants up, closing the button and reattaching the belt..