She dug in deep and urged me tight against her vulvawhile she pushed, rubbing back and forth. She was in heat.We did this forever until she had one or...asm after another. She shriekedand moaned and panted until finally, she could cum no more. She steadiedherself by pressing all her weight on the top of my head and shoulders.It hurt my neck, but I didn't want to interrupt her fun.Finally, when she seemed to get her strength back, she patted me on thehead. "C'mon, wifey. Be a good girl and follow. Remember how many Dreamtime stories, Aesop’s fables, Germanic myths, and whatever share properties? How crow and raven, fox and coyote are tricksters?”“Yes.”“Theft? Imitation? Human story-telling?”“You win! So Floyd is expressing her impression of Le Guin’s book utilizing her synthetic alphabet in a similar fashion to the ways Ives and Stella employed the Roman alphabet.”“There’s no winning.”“And she’s chosen that word to indicate feminism.”“I suppose so.”“I think I’ll write that up for the. Don’t worry, I’ll do it real slow. It won’t be anything like it was going in. You don’t need to push or anything. I’ll do all the work.”But I do not want this to stop. I want him to be forever in me, as he is now. As I feel his hand slipping out by small increments, I do not want it to be over. Yet I know it is no use protesting. He will do as he thinks he must, and he is probably right. Nothing can last forever. But, oh! if only this one thing could! And all this because a man has. “Hi Chantal, I understood something was delivered for me”, she says to my wife without giving me any notice. “Yes, a mysterious box”, Chantal says while laughing somewhat nervously. “Good, I was expecting that. I need it for a project, but I think he (pointing her finger to me) must carry it for me, ok?” “Sure”, Chantal says as if I am not present. “Oh, and maybe I need him to assist me a little, you do not mind, do you Chantal?” and again it seems not a problem. “Ok, let’s go!” the Mistress.