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I'll catch her. Put the towel under my arms." And so it happened. Speeding down the boulevard to the hospital, with the lights of the squad car making the neighborhood look like the Fourth of July, this beautiful baby popped out just as we pulled up to the ER entrance. And as Ash proclaimed "all fingers and toes are intact," the door glided open and "Little Poppy," lying on our BFT was handed to a nurse. Kim was crying. The baby was crying. Mike was crying and Ash finally cried hugging Kim as they cut the baby's cord and removed Kim from the vehicle and on to a gurney. When they tried to wheel her away, Kim got almost hysterical protesting that Ash just delivered her baby and she was coming too. asian Protocol be damned. Those two never unlocked hands as they both disappeared through the double doors. "Give me your keys Mike. You go in with indian them. I'm pretty sure the desk is going to have some paperwork for you to fill out. I'll park this thing and catch up to you later." The night continued with the aid of many canteen cups of coffee. Mike and I talked and had time to "download our personal files." Here are a few pertinent ones... "Mike... Tell me about yourselves. I mean, in a matter of a few short hours we've been all thrown into a pretty intense experience and under some very wild expectations for our future together. Yet I virtually know nothing about you both other than your wife is one of the sexiest women I've ever been with. You both seem pretty experienced with 'the lifestyle.' Mind telling me about yourselves and how all that started?" "No not at all. Kim and I met at FSU. She was pretty athletic...well she still is. And was majoring in Parks amateur & Rec. Then I would fuck her with the strap-on that K gave me, ride her like a bitch, slapping that firm white ass until she begged for mercy." Her pussy lips are amateur spread wide apart. I stared at my options. "But he asian was 'shallow-fucking' me. You know what I mean by that, right? Her long legs were sticking straight out behind her. As I walk home, I think about Holly. She lay still not to disturb him. Alone, she traveled across the countryside. “First thing, get up and close the indian door. Now let me tell you about Angel. Ignoring the initial nausea and discomfort, he continued to force it down his throat until the tip touched the back of his throat, which resisted the foreign invader. Looking to make sure Zeke wasn’t watching he ran his hands up each stocking clad leg hiked the hem of her dress easily up her legs revealing the tops of Abigail’s thigh-hi stockings and up to the pantied crotch until they met at the waist, an expanse of bare thigh revealing the tight garter straps crossed and went up over a very tight cute pair of black lace french cut panties.