Thoodi der bad wo safa pe baithi aur boli ki ab chod dal meri gaad. Meine dekha uski pink paintee puri geeli ho gayee thi. Maine use nikala aur apne m...oh mein usko nichoda aur uska pani ki kutch boond piya phi apna jeebh uski pink choot me lagaya ki wo aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kane lagi meine apni jeebh uske choot mein dall di aur gumaane laga. Wo to pagal ho uchlane lagi jotr se asweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee mamiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii karne lagi maine use ek. I wanted to find out just how you feel about giving up your baby."I wanted – really, really wanted – to tell her that it wasn't my baby, but held my tongue."I guess my feelings are ones of relief." Relief? Why would you feel relieved that your wife is giving up your child?" I am a firm believer in a woman's right to do what she wishes as far as her body is concerned, but I am still somewhat of a 'right to life' person. I would rather see the child given up for adoption than for the alternative. I felt very full however, it actually felt good. I gave him a little vaginal squeeze in return, which caused him to pulse again.I hugged him again, and then took my hand from his stomach and slid it to his hips where I could guide him forward. With the aid of the K-Y lubricant, he was able to enter me a bit more easily now. He penetrated me another couple inch or so before I brought my hand back to his stomach to stop his progress again. I looked down and I could see that I had only taken a. I got my thumbs in the tops and pulled her frilly white pristine French knickers and tights own in one smooth motion. The diaper and plastic pants was revealed. I reached forward and squished them. They felt warm and slightly moist. “I think you need to change your nappy dear I joked”. She looked at me and said “could you do the honours. I love to have someone change me”. I reached forward and pulled down the plastic pants and undid the diaper. It fell away from her crotch. I could see.