Since there was no getting out of this once she started, she started asking Paul to text her just before boarding his flight home whenever he was trav...ling. That way, on Christmas eve, she would know for sure that he was on his way before she lit herself up. As an added safety, she had also asked one of her neighborhood friends to stop by sometime Christmas day to pick up a present she had for their kids. If something did go wrong and Paul’s flight got diverted or badly delayed, it would be. He gently but constantly urged her successful sister Evelyn to quit her job and find a husband. He had respect for, but meager agreement with, Martha Jane's independence or her liberal politics. He felt that a woman's place was in the home rearing babies and baking turkeys. He had helped Martha Jane in small ways financially with her schooling, but he wanted to marry her mom and he wanted Martha Jane and Evelyn to live in his home and not in their own apartments; he wanted them to stay in his. The doctor seemed a little baffled by the statement, “When we got here, Rosa filled my car with cum.” Sara tried to explain.“Oh, I see,” the doctor said, “she came in your car, that’s natural dear, futanaris have a tendency to get their cum everywhere, I can understand how it might be a little overwhelming at first.”“Dr. Bates,” Rosa stepped in, “Sara isn’t exaggerating, I filled her car up to the windows in one orgasm...” “Firstly, Rosa, you’ve known me for years, you can drop the Dr. Bates.”. My legs were slowly closing and my breathing was pushing my tits into the air with increasing regularity. Every outlay of air was accompanied by a scream of pleasure. Finally I hit the wall. “Fuck! I‘m cumming…” I shouted loudly as my fingers rubbed my clit. As my orgasm broke over me, my hand slowly crept to my opening pussy. My arse pumped into the air, my thighs clenched my hand down onto my pussy, and I was gulping vast quantities of air into my lungs at the same time. It took about a.