As she sat wondering what it was for, the door of the cabin creaked open. Cliff entered quietly, a large bucket in his hands."Good morning, Cliff," Mo...nique said. "What's in the bucket?" Oh, good morning, Monique," Cliff replied. "Water. For the toilet tank. The cistern only flows to the sink and bathtub. We have to manually refill the toilet tank with water from the lake. Only so much water in the cistern, so Dad only set it up for the plumbing that needed clean water." Oh," said Monique. That. She told Richard to dress whilst she comforted Ellen with encouraging words.“Today is the day, my darling,” she said. “You will give birth to your first child. Are you comfortable this way? Good. Now just remember, this is not something new. Women do this all the time. So don’t be embarrassed about what your body will do. The midwife will be here in no time, and she will help you through.”Indeed, Richard had barely dressed when the midwife arrived and took charge. Remembering the specific. Not that I would have recognized their value at that time. Only much later would I realize how invaluable my first days of existence had been. Those days that I was allowed, or forced, to operate the way I did shaped my thinking patterns uniquely in ways that would benefit me in times to come.This early initialization of my heuristic routines would lead me to rely on them far more than the average robot, even at the high processing cost they imposed on me. Because I often spent a significant. I had to cover her mouth with my other hand to avoid making her scream. Looking at her slutty self, I rammed my both fingers deep inside her pussy. I pulled out and jerked in my fingers vigorously. Her pussy was swollen and dripping wet. She was moaning loud but my hand covered her voice. Her body ached and twisting, her legs wide spread. I spitted on her pussy and keep fingering with my both fingers still inside.Her jeans was on her ankles. I made her get up and sit on my lap. her big ass.