.." she giggled in a deep throated European voice."Yes and they ... feel ... very ... nice on you." I gasped and put my tongue into her ear."Should I ...et you get into your mother's panties, I wonder? If it were Hans, I might be tempted, but wouldn't have the nerve." she giggled. and I squeezed the wonderful full cheeks of her ass and pressed her body tight against my cock.We got back into the car and I boldly took her back into my arms. She came along easily and I enjoyed her tongue fondling. Angela would not celebrate the Ceremony of Blossoming with a public feast, as I had done in so many other lifetimes. The effusion of her first red tide would not be the cause of dancing and singing among the people of our city. She would not have the friendship of the other goddesses who were ripening, nor the chance to giggle with them over which handsome prince would be her tutor once it was time to take the catechism into the laboratory. Like the Opening Ceremony, the only guests at her. She couldn’t look at them or she’d KNOW that they were peeping and that would break her delusion. So her gaze was fixed straight out the big outdoors-facing windows directly across from her. I felt Lois’s influence when I began assigning motivation and direction that didn’t match the character as she defined herself. MY only indication was a sense of tense conflict that eased only when staying true to the character’s character. As I refined the story, I realized it was deeper than one chapter. Then she tells me what happe. As she was teasing by showing little glimps of her panties and letting her nipple show from the top of her nighty. She gets extremely wet. And tells me she was even drippin thru the thin thong material she said she was having so much fun watching him squirm on the couch and hide his cock in his board shorts. Then he got up to piss. And when he came back she noticed a couple of wet spots on his red shorts She asked him if he needed a towel because his shorts.