This was typically how it went. Tor Endril would get lost in the abundance of his own pleasure, but his true joy was in knowing that he was an integra...l tool in the Broodmother’s pleasure as well. He was hyper-aware of Her pleasure, despite his own mind being almost drowned in his own. He did not have to act on this awareness— nor could he with only this small amount of thought possible during such intense lovemaking. But he knew if he allowed himself to be used by Her, that She could utilize. She was truly a good friend. When she continued to fuss with the children, Elaine said, "Sit down mother and relax for a minute."Sandra finally joined her daughter on the swing, sitting down with a sigh. "They are a handful." Tell me about it," Elaine laughed."So Derrick was everything you hoped he would be?" Sandra said, anxious to hear the details."He was wonderful and an incredible lover." Did you have a problem... you know with his... ?" Sandra said and held her hands open like Elaine had. “What do I do?” she asked scared.“What do you want to do?” I couldn’t believe I just said that. Never had I popped out so many stupid regrettable sentences to one person as I found myself doing to Montana for some reason.“Um, I don’t know. It’s really tight on the outside but I think really soft on the inside. It looks like it might hurt if I try pulling on it.” I didn’t know if she realized it but she was applying force. “I think it would too but I don’t want you to have to push inside me.”“I. Crete collected the day’s homework and got right into the day’s lecture about Shakespeare. He had the habit of lecturing from the front of the class and then wandering into the rows.All four girls had broad smiles on their face. Bigger smiles than ever before. They alternated making long extended eye contact and then making obvious stares at Mr. Crete’s crotch.At first he was able to ignore the odd behavior, but then it became noticeable. The girls’ strange eye contact, smiles, and then their.