Now, from my point of view, what followed was about four hours of sweaty, fear filled terror. The girls kept boiled water handy, and used it to cool A...hes off as she sweated. The front of my shirt was soaked, literally dripping wet with her sweat. I supported her and tried to encourage her as she worked.About five hours into the labor itself, and most of eighteen hours after her water broke, Ashes went into the final stage of delivery. I held her as she started to push, and the other two girls. My little nub stands proudly between the folds of my tingling, wet cunt. It is at the apex of my pussy. A single finger, the middle finger, slides between my labia which confirms the degree of wetness that marries with the slippery dew of my arousal. I draw my finger over my tongue and savor the little pearl of my essence. I love the taste of my pussy so I indulge in seconds as it has been a while since I have let my mind explore the pleasures of not being in control.My finger rubs back and. “Tim, this is so cool,” Sam said, inspecting the bike appreciatively. “No Sam, cool is Tooley’s bike. They don’t get better than that.” The two friends spent the next few hours walking along the river in Clayton, and enjoying cappuccinos at Lyric Coffee House. They made it back to the Bay just in time to catch the Uncle Sam Boat Tour. Sam realized she never tired of this tour every year, and the stop at Boldt Castle. They stood against the railing of the triple-decker boat, enjoying the warm. Charlie got up, got us all another beer and then and came over to us and got down on his knees and began sucking Johnnys dick. Seeing it in the magazine was hot, but this was even hotter. Charlie rubbed me thru my underwear as he sucked on Johnnys skinny cock, making slurpy sounds on it. My cock was so hard and pushing against the cotton and just begged to be set free, so I stood up and took off my underwear. Before I could sit down, Johnny pointed to me and said, "I want you to suck my cock"..