She was wet, tight, and waiting for him. Slowly he entered. She gave a small gasp as he penetrated her for the first time, and wrapped her legs and he... arms around his back. “Try not to come right away,” she said breathlessly. He hadn’t started to move in her yet. He was just getting the feel of her. “I’ll try and go slow,” he told her. And as he started to move in her he did go slowly. He wasn’t all the way in her yet. She was small and tight, and he wasn’t for sure he could penetrate all the. " Again, my words were confirmed by all the Energists. I smiled at them and said, "Something or someone will have to create it for you. Some of you may not want to hear this as it goes against your current 'spiritual belief' system, but I believe it will be my God, who will create your home world."The murmuring of discontent started up once more but not to the extent of previous discourse. I let them bounce their own ideas off of each other on this topic before I refocused them and said, "His. He’s my twin brother, and my best friend, and I hadn’t seen him since Christmas Break. Keith: Jenna had already been home from school for two weeks by the time baseball season ended. I had a decent rookie season, but we didn’t make the conference playoffs. I was a little down, but when I got home, she jumped into my arms like, well, like we hadn’t seen each other since Christmas Break. Jenna: He pulled into the driveway. I was so happy to see him. I couldn’t wait to tell him about my spring. Saturday evening went really well and I sang my heart out. It could have been because Jack was in the audience, I don't know, but I really gave it everything. The audience responded; their clapping and shouting for more went on for a long time. I came off stage, happy, wet with perspiration and quivering with the excitement of the gig. It was almost like the old days. I took a much-needed shower and dressed in my usual jeans and a sweatshirt. The wig was packed carefully along with my stage.