‘Ned…I want Ned…’ she moaned incoherently as the pain began to suck her down in a black spiral. Why isn’t he here yet? ‘Shush!’ the midw...fe soothed kindly. ‘I’m sure he’s on his way. Mind you, if he don’t hurry, this baby will be here first!’ The grizzled old woman chuckled throatily. She felt so alone. Ned had sent a telegram more than a week ago to let her know he would be back for two days leave, but since then, she had heard nothing. She knew he was as excited as she about the baby, so. After a few moments, recent pictures of Peter atthe beauty salon and at Merstead Hall were added to the mix.The blue background momentarily appeared again before a new set ofimages flashed before him. These were of male and female shoes. He couldfeel his breathing shorten as picture of various pointed toe highstiletto heels and frilly satin heels with bows flashed buy. The maleshoes seemed offensive and out of place.Beside Peter, Cordelia Cutwell smiled as she saw the very predicableresults.. Her pussy was so wet he had no trouble reaching inside her to retrieve the small golden balls. After casting them aside, he gripped her hips steadily, lowering her down onto his now-straining erection.Ginger sighed, sinking down onto his length. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling. This is what she had desired all day. With Eaton?s hands guiding her, she began to work her way up and down his shaft.The sound of the classroom door opening stilled her movements and she opened her eyes in. " he sighed. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock down to the hilt. I tried not to gag, but couldn’t help it. I tried to breathe but barely was able. "We're going to work on that gag reflex. I want you taking me all the way with no problems." He thrust his hips faster. I just sat there on my knees with my mouth in an 'o' shape and waited. A second later, he moaned loudly and pushed my face into his crotch, his cock going deeper into my.