"Oh, baby, what are we going to do?" She cupped the back of his head and cried with him.Jimmy tilted his head back and looked up at her. His face was ...roubled and he gritted his teeth. "Did he hurt you?" I'll be all right. I'll live."He backed away and looked at her body. "I don't see any new bruises."You can't see where it hurts, she thought sadly, and then said with false bravado, "Don't worry about me." But it's all my fault." No, Jimmy, it's not your fault. It's mine. I should have known. But, what had been left undone, from Emma’s mother diary which they had read at the beach, needs to be addressed. They do know each other so well, but the exploration of each other fully will so add to their attachment. And to Donald’s new understanding of sexuality in a relationship.But it will have to wait for a bit. When Emma stirs on Sunday morning early, she leans to Donald and tells him that she has been amiss for a bit and needs to go to church this morning – which she always has done. I hope that you will be able to bear with me, as I have to relearn some things that I was forced to forget. It is my hope that we can all work together to make this house the best this world has ever seen, so thank you and have a good day, everyone.”I bowed to everyone before I returned to my spot next to Tyr’s throne. Both he and Amenthia had grins on their faces, so I figured that I must have done well.Tyr stood up once again and said, “Thank you everyone, this concludes the meeting this. My hands each massaged their respective breasts, fingers tweaking nipples as I again imagined Billy's lips on them, trying so hard to take the milk which I did not yet produce. One hand slid down to my vagina, my thumb gently forcing its way in, drawing out the moisture which makes it enjoyable for the human race to reproduce. As the thumb probed, my other fingers ventured downward, rubbing the area around my anus. On a sudden whim, realizing that my fingernails were short, I slid my middle.