She would have maybe a gallon inside her at the most and seemed to not be uncomfortable. Ten fills then flushes would be sufficient in cleaning her ou.... I had her in one of my birthing chairs, her legs were up high, allowing easy access to her ass, and all of her limbs were fastened so she wouldn't accidentally fall off, as she would frequently pass out and regain consciousness, overwhelmed by the recent breeding. I inserted the water hose for the second time and water rushed in, slowly. I was immediately stunned when I noticed that she had removed her bra while she was away. She saw me looking, and I apologized for my glance. She said it was fine. She said she hadn't worn that bra since her last pregnancy, and apparently it was too small this time around. It was getting pretty painful, so it was better for her to just be free for a while, as long as her shirt didn't start to rub her nipples too much.I assured her that she could do whatever she needed to for her to feel. At the reception hall afterwards, everyone was dancing, eating, laughing and enjoying themselves. It was perfect in every way.Kim wore a non-traditional tube-style wedding dress that came to mid-thigh. There were no shoulder straps…so she didn’t wear a bra…which accentuated her natural 34E tits and slim waist beautifully. She looked radiant and sexy as she danced with her husband, her new father-in-law, and all the other men at the reception who wanted to take a turn pressing her soft breasts. My goodness, you could be a fashion model.”A deep flush spread from Amelia’s face down to her chest. Denise took in her youthful figure. She had a perfect hourglass shape with high, firm breasts, a small C-cup, Denise thought, and a round perky derriere. Standing at about 5 feet 7 inches, she radiated a nubile femininity.“Denise! You’re embarrassing me,” she chided.“Can’t help staring; you’re a vision of loveliness, honey.”“Awww, thanks. Papa says I’m getting to look a lot like my mum and she.