. No, I can't be that selfish! But I can see now why none of the other Hopewell women had the guts to do this. It hurts... Oh, it hurts..."Mark starte... to cry, weeping softly into Kara's shoulder. Kara petted his head, her own eyes moist with tears. And then Kara also broke into weeping. "Oh Mark, how could I do this to you? Sweet and kind and thoughtful Mark, what have I done?" Kara wailed softly in the depth of her despair of Mark's pain. "Oh, what have I done?!" Kara, have I been unfaithful. As we give ourselves to him, I quietly yearn for time with her in the amethyst tub.Licking her swollen flower, relieving her soreness, I taste him inside. I clean him from her, taking in his familiar seed, her intoxicating essence. Her breasts are full, her dew is sweet. She is fed the finest yeilds from trellised gardens. Her growing fruit nourished by lapis-lined channels from sacred springs. Her nectar, better than the sun-fattened figs, only comparing to her breastmilk. No one is as fond of. My mother sensed my potential as she wiped the last of my virginal blood from my crotch, 'You will seek much pleasure down here', her finger entering me, a feeling of pain and pleasure, she pressed down on my pubic bone as her long finger pressed against the back of it, from the inside, moving in tight circles, 'Here' she indicated, but I found it hard to focus on her words, my orgasm was past my point of no return, she rose and left me mid-stream, as my immature form convulsed on the bed, 'Get. The weathered face of the old man had shed years and nowappeared to be no older than twenty-five. Gone was the heavybeard and moustache. Instead, a very soft delicate face peeredfrom under the red cap; the same twinkling nose was now fineand had a slightly sexy upturn, while his ruddy cheeks werehigher and more defined. Ruby lips, previously hidden by theheavy white beard, now plumped into full sensuous view. A wispof brown hair hung down by one ear, while the remaining lockstrailed off.