“Oooh, Dad, get that thing in here.” She tapped her pussy with a long, perfectly-manicured finger.I positioned myself between her legs and slid fo...ward until the tip of my cock was nudging her entrance. She reached down and directed my swollen knob into her hole. Then it was just a case of easing it in, giving her time to adjust, until the mushroom head was snug against her cervix. I just knew that she’d be pregnant by tomorrow morning – I knew the code she and Liz used on the kitchen calendar. I knew every inch of Sally’s body and couldn’t get enough of it, so to have the three of them standing almost naked in front of me now was incredible. I walked over to the table and picked up the thin cane, the one they’d used on me only weeks before. “Right, now - the first part of your punishment. Alison bring the coffee table into the middle of the room.” Alison slid the table across the carpet and stopped where I indicated. “Take off the rest of your clothes.” She looked across at Sally. After several minutes of teasing each other, she at last eases her lovely moist little pussy onto my out-reached tongue. Up, Down... Up, Down... she continues this... fucking my tongue... Up and Down. As she impales her wet pussy onto my begging tongue, slamming my lips and face, she matches it with my cock, pulling me still deeper into her mouth. With each blow on my hardened tongue, I can feel my cock slide deeper into her mouth, filling her as she coaxes me deeper into her throat. I hear. She’s all for anything that will reduce the increasing use of the Emergency Room for non-emergent cases - clinics, nurse practitioners, midwives, and so on. With regard to midwives, she feels the hospital is the WORST place to bring mothers and newborns! And if you think about it, she’s right.”“That’s another one of those things that changed in the last fifty years,” Deborah said. “The institutionalization of childbirth. Most women do not need to deliver in a hospital or have a doctor in.