”“Babies are the issue ... can you imagine this yacht with infants ... toddlers...”“Uh ... yeah. That would be ... inconvenient. Plus, I know ...ou have an EMT as one of your subs ... but can you imagine having a baby with only their help?”“Why not? Both of the babies I’ve birthed so far ... I could have just squatted and squirted them out into the towels, a quick snip of the cord and then...”“You return to plowing the fields?”“Well, no ... a day or two of rest. But my point is, I’m made for. I pushed right against her sphincter. Her anal ring parted as I drilled into her. Her head snapped up. She looked over her shoulder and stared at me, pussy cream dripped down her chin.“Anal?” she gasped.“He's a perv,” purred Kirsten. “Fuck her ass hard, big bro!”“I will!” I growled and pressed forward.I felt her anal ring parting. That wonderful sphincter widened for my cock. I slid into her bowls. I groaned at the heat of her anal sheath engulfing me. It was amazing to enjoy her sliding over. She took some of the water and washed her face with it."I've got to do my hair now," she said as she turned the faucet back on, "It'll be easier this way."She started sliding her body towards me. She arched her back and leaned trying to get her hair under the faucet. She raised her lower half of her body in the air and I felt her vagina rub across my dick when she raised it."Almost there."She leaned back even further and her vagina came out of the water and was sitting about 3 inches away from. He filled up his tank and went inside to buy some cigarillos. He noticed a pretty a brown-skinned guy that had a platinum-bleached high-top fade. The fag also wore green contacts. His generous ass was calling out to Mike. Mike approached the five-foot-ten-inch, one-hundred-sixty-pound punk who was wearing yellow skinny jeans and an orange sweater.“Where’s yo’ nigga at,” Mike asked. “I’m single,” cooed the boi.“I’m Mike,” he said winking.“I’m Corey.”“Can I get in that ass tonight?”“Wow! You’re.