I gripped her more tightly so she wouldn't turn around, and the thoughtstruck me that he was going to just step up and plunge that long slab ofmeat ri...ht into her. My eyes widened, and I shook my head. He hesitated,as if coming to his senses, but then, with one more glance at my wife'sspread ass and the the dual promises of pleasure it revealed, hehalf-closed his eyes and shot a long spurt of semen. Propelled withyouthful vigor, it shot several feet toward my wife, but, fortunately,. "I've called Keith and Joshua," Stuart says as he returns fifteen minuteslater, grabbing my hand supportively. "They're both on their way. I'vesent texts to the rest of the girls. Keith sounds utterly terrified..." Can't say I blame him," I laugh, only for my face to fall seconds lateras Charlotte returns from her room, still in her wheelchair, stillsporting a massive belly."False alarm?" I ask my BFF, who nods, barely suppressing tears."It won't be long now," Charlotte's midwife- a. I really was a good boy. Sure, I had some untoward designs on Brenda's fabulous little bod, but I'd made no false moves in that direction. I had been content to wait, patiently, for an appropriate opportunity. What I had in mind was simple enough. I figured Brenda, like any other healthy young woman, was bound to pleasure herself at some point.Maybe she had, already, and I'd just missed out on it, but I didn't think so. My doggie sense of smell would have tipped me off, I think, if anything. "Nicola looked quizzically at me as I led her to the door. "But ... Outside?" was all she said as I directed her towards the Stanley Hackney parked at the kerbside.The swift acceleration of the Stanley as we pulled away pressed us both back into the padded leather seating. Nicola, demure behind her veil and with the harsh steel of her cuffs pressing on her wrists through her gloves, sat surprisingly calmly. The Hackney was warm; a benefit of the steamers is in the recirculation of source of.