She dropped her pack-bundle and positioned herself just inside the tree line across the gravel road. “Start whenever you’re ready.”Mishka took a...deep breath, funneled his hands, and called, “Hello, the house.” He waited, and repeated the call, this time a little louder.After a few moments more, the door cracked and a rifle barrel poked through. A tentative voice responded, “Who are you? What do you want? Why don’t you show yourself? How many are you?” The questions flew too fast to answer. There was no way that she could even consider wearing it home. She told herself, maybe one more time through the box, but a second trip through the box revealed nothing that she could wear. Well…nothing that she was allowed to wear. Rachel could hear Brother Eli’s words, ‘Holiness starts from the inside, but it must be reflected by one’s outside shell as well. A woman was not to wear the garments of a man, nor could a man wear garments of a woman! Deuteronomy was quite clear on this! Some. She turned her head back towards me and raised her eyebrows. She doesn't talk much, but we seem to understand each other pretty well without the chatter. I moved in behind her, preparing to mount her pussy. My head pressed into her pussy lips, still wet from her secretions. She suddenly moved forward, out of range. She turned and looked at me again, and shook her head. This could only mean one thing."You sure?" I asked. This wasn't something that, in my experience, most chicks enjoyed very. My husband rubbed my back encouragingly. In spite of how painful this was, I couldn't help but wish that this pain wouldn't end. Most women are excited to have labor be over, and to finally meet the child that they have carried and protected in their womb for nine months. I'm not.Today is the day that I will find out if I have to admit to my husband that I have been unfaithful. Soon, I will push out my firstborn, and it's up in the air as to if my baby will look like my husband, or if it will.