”I don’t know why I’m adding to my sister’s story. I don’t know anyone named Jeff, and this could be a big mistake. I have to get away from ...he girls in my family, and find a real girlfriend. Amber slows to a stop, and once again my body is used for support. Amber checks the bottom of her shoes for stones, and she allows my arms around her tiny waist. I enjoy the fabulous swell of her tits, and my erection must be just as obvious. At least we don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us way out. Each deep stroke was rewarded with a Kegel contraction as I built up speed. Both our panting got really loud as I thrust both my cock and finger fully into overdrive. Grabbing her other tit and pushing a finger in her dimple/inverted nipple, I pumped madly and exploded. She responded with yet another orgasm simultaneously. We were both totally exhausted and embraced each other, resting.After I got cleaned up and dressed, I handed her $50US. She looked surprised, 'your package is already paid.'. I want to talk to you.”Pulling a stool up to the island, I sat across from her, sipped my coffee and asked, “What’s up?”Giving me her motherly look, she said, “You seem very taken by Brian. Are you in love?”I was completely blind-sided by her question. Never before had she asked me anything about my feelings for boyfriends.I felt myself blush as I looked down into my coffee cup before responding, “Yes, I am.”Mom smiled, reached out and took my hand and said, “I can understand why. He’s not only. Gerald caused Mary to have almost nine hours of hard labor, she looked like she was drenched with a five gallon bucket of water.George came a little easier, only two hours of hard labor – a breeze by Mary's previous standards. He was a breech baby, but all turned out fine.Next was Emily, who grew up to look the most like Mary. When Mary's water broke, we rather casually got up and took her to the hospital – less than an hour later – Emily was born ... no hard labor at all.We thought we were.