If a girl needed to talk herself into doing it, it usually meant that she was looking for some type of commitment.Duh!Almost like a game show host, I'... warn them, "Hey, are we here to talk or orgasm?"One such girl was so exquisite that I found myself letting her pump me with questions instead of pumping her with my semen!Her name (Lynda) was nothing exotic but her eyes were hypnotic dewy emeralds that pleaded for some sort of preamble.I told her the truth - that I didn't want her to associate. " I lost the fight. I thought, "This isn't a case of a parent forcing a child into sex, she invited me to touch her breasts, that's all. She's proud of them. It doesn't have to go any further than that." I ran my fingers over her tiny tits. I loved their surprising firmness. The nipples felt hard against my fingertips. I gently fondled her nipples and looked into Jessie's big bright eyes. "Sweetheart," I told her, "Your breasts feel wonderful. I hope you'll show them to me often so I can see. My water broke soon after that and I called to the ranch hand to get the vet. Since this was my eighth I knew I wouldn't be in labor long. They helped me into my rack and I started to push when the vet told me too.The vet knew he didn't have to help me much anymore and just stood behind me just in case. Things were going very smoothly and it really didn't hurt all that much. In fact it felt like my calf was coming out easily. Suddenly I heard the vet say something.“Oh my God.” he said.. Jason stuttered on his words for a moment, finally saying, "I'm not really ready to move on."At the end of the night, Lana wouldn't let Gracie go; she wanted her to go home with them. Lana wanted show Gracie her princess bed, and finally Gracie gave in to her like she always did. She ran to her room and packed a few things, as she was just going stay in the guest room as she had no real desire to drive so late at night. They got to the house just after midnight, and Gracie carried a very sleepy.