That really made me laugh to myself because I knew no prison was “safe” for many different reasons related to both the guards and the inmates that... were all looking to earn a buck and with problems of their own worse than being incarcerated.I took the car down to the impound pier to have it checked out for the travel up to the Canadian border. The older Italian guy had been around for years and he assured me it was ready to roll.He had even replaced my worn rear tires with a couple of top-notch. “That’s helping.”“Helping make the cramps go away?”“Helping me not mind them. They are going away. I wonder if all that food triggered it.”“Who knows what’s happening in a woman’s body in the last days of her pregnancy.” I continued rubbing her back.Andrea sat up and then stood. She lifted the jumper over her head and then her tee. She lay back down in her bra and briefs. “Touch more?” I resumed stroking her back, now my hand against her bare skin. “This feels really good, Casey. Mmm...” She. I stopped by the gunsmith and bought a shotgun that was virtually identical to the one I already owned. I also picked up some more buckshot shells while I was about it. Back at the camp, I had our handyman, Hank Odam, rig me a sling for each of my two shotguns so that I could hang them on my saddle horn. That way, I was going to be able to put them into action in only seconds.We were lucky for the next six days and managed to make up nearly all of our lost time, so we were feeling kind of. Be careful! shouted Judy down the phone, Emma might hear you! Fuck Emma! I whispered back down the line, as I did just that. My cock was slowly and steadily slipping in and out of her daughters tight pussy, and with one hand I gripped her waist and pulled her ass back onto me. shes a teenager I said, she probably knows about fucking by now Emma nodded at me over her shoulder as I screwed her deeply and slowly, all the while maintaining this conversation with her Mom. well never mind that said.