His face is covered with the film. Martha cries out now, as much in ecstasy but also as a contraction seizes her. At the same time, Matt pulls back ...nd realizes that Martha hasn’t just become a squirter. A phenomenon they have pondered, if even a reality when they have seen things illuding to it. No, her water just broke, and she is having a contraction.“Baby, Martha, how long have you been having contractions? How far apart? Didn’t you realize?” Matt cries with concern.In response,. She did not hunt larger animals because she was not strong enough to carry the heavy meat back to the castle and she did not like company when she was hunting in the forest.It was a broken fence that caused her accident in the open lands behind the deserted Benedictine Monastery abandoned many decades ago. She had jumped over it many times with never a mishap but this day was different than the others and her bow got snagged on the top rail flipping her ass up to kettles and jamming her upside. She kept me inside by clenching her sphincter around me and looked over her shoulder waiting like a well-trained retriever panting for her share of kisses and licks hoping I would stay hard enough to give her a second round of hot and heavy carnal relations. She got her wish and I started up almost immediately and rode her happy hips like a cowboy under the descending warm water from the shower head. This time we somehow managed to come together at the same time and we washed each other’s backs. " I pouted. "Don't blame Rick. I'm the one who asked him to fuck me." I grabbed Dad's hand and brought it to my slit, still dripping with Rick's cum and my pussy juice. "I even talked him into coming in my pussy. See?" Son of a bitch." Dad growled. "I can't believe you two. If you're going to screw, at least use protection."I grinned. I had him. "Relax, Daddy." I smiled my prettiest smile at him. "I'm on the pill and I never miss one. I love to fuck too much for that." I moved his hand through.