Then the baby cried lightly.I had a son."Josh, get over here and stitch Ashes up, she tore. I'll take care of the baby." Julie rocked back on her heel..., snipped a clamp around the cord, cut it a second later, and took the baby over to the table.I had shaky hands, but Ashes needed a few stitches, so that brought me around enough to take care of her. She was bleeding a lot, and looking a bit shocky, but I got the tear cleaned up, powdered with an antiseptic, and then stitched closed. The girls. Ofunke choochi dabata rha or kiss karta rha or chooot ke uper hhath ferta rha bhabhi mere peeth pe hath fer rhi thi.Bhabhi abi taiyar thi, maine dhakke dena shuru kiya , vo bhi mere sath ryther se apni gand utha rhi thi mai land ki andr tak ghuma k dhakke mar rha tha. Unki moning bad rhi hia…. Oh yes jay,,, ahahahaaaahh aaahhh siii ssiii iiiss iiss aaah aaaah aah aaah …Mai unke choochi ko choos rha tha or nipple ko daant se kat rha tha vo mere sar me hazth chala rhi thi . Maine apni speed tez. My tongue is moving rapidly. Darting. Swirling. My hands have moved down, cupping your balls with my left hand while my right has moved to your perineum. I am probing and stroking that sweet spot. Your hands move to either side of my face and you begin pumping faster. I open my throat to take more of you into me. I can feel my nose press against your pubic bone and I have to hold my breath and suppress my gag reflex. I am drooling and spitting, but it is so hot. I love the feel of you fucking. The guy that was pounding my pussy lost his load and pulled out just in time to cover my belly in hot cum. I still couldn't see anything but I felt someone licking the cum off my belly. Another hard dick took his place and this time it was a whole different pace. Much slower and easy. Maybe I could hold out for a while longer. Damn, someone was pulling on the clothespins and sending shivers from my nipples right down to my pussy. Just then my mouth was filled with pussy juice as the writhing.