The young monk, determined to make this ripe-bodied young woman into a completely submissive sex-slave placed his hands on her mountainous breasts."No...w, my child, you must tell me what you are feeling. Does this make you feel anything different?" he asked as he rolled the large, rubbery nipples between his fingers. "Does this hurt you, Vicki?" Oh, sir? No? It doesn't hurt. Like? It makes me? Ohh, sir? It's sorta? Like? It gives me a funny feelin' in my belly, Father?" Hmmm? Is that right,. The next one was the Biggleswade junction, I pulled off and after about a mile there was a big Lay-by on my left, with a few cars in I did a drive by and couldn't turn for a bit as there were traffic lights etc, but eventually I managed to, I now pulled in to the Lay-by as it was now on my right it was the big one on left heading to Bedford, it was dark about 9pm, I pulled up in the middle of the Lay-by ahead of a car by a bit and quite a bit back from the ones in front, at this point the car. .. just lying here enjoying the stimulation ... Really, really good...” Her shaft stiffened and relaxed as she worked muscles in her pelvis.While fondling her left breast Logan realized her heart was beginning to pound, as he could feel its beats through her flesh. “You’re getting wet,” he said. “You’re soaking the fabric.”“Yeah? You’re making a wet spot, too.”Her lips parted and she began to pant softly. “Don’t stop, don’t change it,” she panted. “I’m almost there ... Logan ... Logan — I’m. He was eight and half healthy pounds, and the mother came through the labour like real trouper. The midwife told us it had been an unusually easy birth for an older woman having a first child. We giggled a bit at that. All those years of fisting had paid off!We decided to call the baby Mark Stephen Hunter. I was very happy that poor Steve would be remembered in this way, but sometimes wondered if little Mark would ever ask who his second name came from. Big Mark was expecting a little one of.