.." I know you do. But, you know the rules. On your hands and knees, my fucking pregnant cow. You need to be milked. Those tits are just too heavy and...this pussy?" He smacks his hand against my already dripping pussy lips, making me gasp out and groan in pleasure. "This pussy needs a good milking to, while we're at it." Doing as I was told, I carefully move so I'm on my hands and knees, legs still apart so he can get to my shaven pussy. I know exactly what he's going for too when he climbs off. Al and I need to talk about a third child first."That eased the tension and we had a simple dinner in our kitchen. We enjoyed our time with Stan and Irene. They rarely needed or wanted help but were always ready to help others. They were and are good friends. It looked like our children might bring us closer!After supper, we went into the living room to sit and talk some more. Hannah made her way into the conversation! Bert was right with her asking to be brought out from his crib.I brought him. “We can move people and supplies considerable distances in just a few seconds. We create defensive structures that cannot be penetrated by musket or cannon fire. We can also create structures to keep entire camps and forts out of the rain or other types of storms. Additionally, we have a very effective offensive capability,” I told the stunned Captain.“Those claims sound very wild!” he said when he recovered.“We came here with General Clark and had a meeting with General Green today where we. I lean across you and fasten your seatbelt before taking your hands and placing your palms high on the inside of your thighs at the top of your stockings..It seems like it takes far too long to finally arrive at the room that I’ve prepared for us but we finally do arrive. As soon as we enter the room, the fun finally begins. I have you remove your blouse and your skirt before having you kneel at the foot of the bed. I then secure your hands into fur lined leather cuffs, attach them together and.