Suddenly, he grabbed my hips with both hands, and slammed his hips forward as he shot rope after rope of cum deep into my pussy. I stood there with my... eyes closed, enjoying the after-glow of my own orgasm, as he continued to shove his dick in and out of my cunt, causing most of his spunk to leak out around his pumping shaft, pooling on the ground between my legs.When his ball sack was finally empty, he stopped thrusting, and we just stood there catching our breath – me with my eyes closed, legs. I’d fought getting pregnant for a long time, afraid we’d lose our freedom. And now… Matt understood, but he had collapsed from exhaustion. I’d sent him home to get some sleep. I glanced around the room. Thirty more isolettes, just like Matthew’s, lined the room. Other moms stared into their own plastic boxes. Maybe someone else did understand. Maybe I wasn’t alone. We were like a secret club – mothers with sick babies – membership not recommended. I wanted to breastfeed, but he was too little.. He fucked me from behind for ages, with his fingers sliding up my ass. Ian asked me if I liked his fingers in my ass, oh yes I love it I replied,Ian asked me if I like anal sex, I love it, but my arse is reserved for my partner only, anyway your cock is much too big for my arse, I replied, I was in ecstasy.Ian was pounding my pussy holding onto my hips slamming his fat cock all the way inside me now. As he finger fucked my asshole. My whole body erupted with pleasure as I reached orgasm. Again. With a desperate desire to seek some sort of satisfaction he did not yet fully comprehend, he needed to press his body and mostly his erect penis against the coolness of the smooth mirrors. In doing so, he started to gyrate his body, moving it slowly against the mirrored surface. Then with a building crescendo of desire of animal urges, he had humped the mirror like he had seen his neighbours dog hump the stump of the cut down tree in its backyard.With laboured breath, he humped the mirror for.