“Alex’s here”“Coming”She appeared round the door of the stairs and he eyes sparkled. She ran over and hugged me.“How are you?”“Good ho... are you?”“Cold”“Do you wanna shower?”“That would be great could I borrow a towel”“Yeh sure Anna can you grab one?”“Come on Alex”“Cheers Jimbo See ya in a bit”We walked up the stairs and I asked how she felt about Fred.“Well I feel really sad but it had to end”“Yeh I know and I think you will be happy with someone else maybe”“Yeh and I think I probably sped. Both were, of course, ‘well hung’, and Emily told me that she could only accommodate them inside her by being mounted from behind for her first few fuckings. Thereafter, she could happily take them in any position. I’ve always wondered just how many demure white expat wives have happily enjoyed being fucked by both men – I suspect dozens over the years.Emily’s ‘normal’ routine was to be driven to the international school to drop off our daughter in the morning, return home, have a shower, and. Of course, little peapod. Choose the climax of our wedding to be born. I scooped up Lissa in my arms and carried her down the aisle with Kate, Melody, and Wendy running behind and beside me. Our limo was waiting as we all five piled in. The driver was prepared with the coordinates of the birth center already in the GPS.Having interrupted everything, and making us leave the entire wedding celebration in the church, Lissa still had seven hours of labor to endure before a little head pushed out. Her facial expressions looked like a deer trapped in front of a spotlight. With all of her will, she managed to unclasp her bra and separate the straps in the back. She held the cups against her soft flesh for dear life, making sure that the shoulder straps kept everything in place. Carefully, she moved her body into position on the sheet of sanitary paper laid out for her. Her back straps hung down the sides of the table, and her little feet stuck out just a bit off the end of the examination.