I needed a bigger, harder longer, thicker rod of man meat to take me and make me cum. Then I felt him cum. He shot about three spurts up into me and t...at was all. I damn near cried. I needed a real fuck, and I needed it bad now. Tears of need were rolling down my cheeks. Damn him and his little prick! Damn! Here I was, clamped down, not even able to reach back and finish myself off with my hand and fingers! Now what was I going to do? All thoughts of what kind of display I was giving my own. Kate had our car so I just ambled around by foot, generally heading to where the town equipment sheds were. Tom had told me he had rented space from the town to garage his truck. When I got there Tom was just pulling in. His truck was a few years old, but he kept it looking like new.He asked me if I knew anything about that type of equipment. I said I didn't, but I had been a fleet dispatcher for one of the smaller companies my grandmother was involved in. I said I knew that if equipment wasn't. After we ate up the eight hotdogs and devoured half a bag of chips Kitty said that she was thirsty. That was when she got out a bottle of wine. It took the three of us to figure out how to get the cork out of the bottle. Those things are really stuck in there. Finally she filled three glasses and emptied the bottle. They were big glasses too.Well Kitty wanted to show us how grown up she was and drank hers down like it was chocolate milk or something. Mildred tried to keep up her but I just. ”“That’s good.”Although neither Rebecca or Peter looked overly excited, Mary said, “Keep calm. I’ll call the hospital so they will be ready for you when you arrive. You should grab her go-bag and go.”Still seated at his chair, Peter asked, “Has your water broken?”“No, but I’m having contractions.” She grimaced. “That was another one.”Peter grabbed the bag that was by the front door. Together they went out to the car as if they were engaged in a perfectly normal trip. Neither was the kind to.