Of course, she wasn’t okay, she was going into labor you idiot!Ilse, however, was more forgiving and replied with a pained voice, “I think she’s... coming, the contractions have started.”I was wide-awake after that news and until training kicked in, I didn’t know what to do for a moment. In the past months, we prepared for this situation and practiced what I had to do. I even had a complete checklist ready. Since Ilse had already given birth twice, she knew what she would need to do, but it would. I put my hands on her face as we kissed. She wrapped her arms around me. Her lips were warm, sweet and inviting. I melted from how good it felt. We kissed for several minutes and it felt as if we had been doing it before. We stopped and moved over to the bed. I started removing her scarf and Sharon insisted that she remove her own clothes. "I hope you're not going to be disappointed," as she slowly unbuttoned her top. I removed my shirt and unzipped my jeans. She revealed a large purple bra. When she got there, she hung her robe and towel up on the hook and, after adjusting the water to the correct temperature, stepped under the stinging jets to let the water rinse away the accumulated sweaty feeling.As she washed her long hair, she found herself thinking her lack of a love-life and daydreaming about what it would be like to actually have “a boyfriend”.Her daydreams moved on a bit when she started soaping her body and she began imagining what she would feel like actually having sex. His big arms she couldn’t escape…nor did she want to. The spanking felt amazing, she felt how her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. She couldn’t believe that she found herself in this position. But again, she wouldn’t let herself go down that easily.In an act of defiance, she pushed him away, got on the bed, standing up, and pushed him down with her heel. Pushing it against his chest he was forced to lay down. She stepped near his head with the heel she pushed him down, and to her surprises,.