“Ready?” she asked, perhaps as much for herself as for me.“Yeah. Let’s go and see what Shannon’s done for us.”The walk through the woods w...s quiet. We picked our way through the maze of trunks, shoulders pressed together, my arm in hers for support, even though I was well enough to walk – physically, at least. The breezes played some kind of game, blowing one way and then the other as they combed the tree canopy of the last of winter’s deeds, in preparation for the coming solstice day. The peak. Breakfast itself was a huge pile of pancakes, hash browns and sausages which everyone fished off the platters in the middle of the table with casual and frequent stabs of their forks. There was a large coffee pot nearby that saw heavy use as well. Two of them actually, and nobody was drinking decaf, it appeared.Most of the morning talk around the table was about the weather, and here I was able to hold my own already. One thing I knew, having been flying on several different worlds, was that. . a form of ESP was occurring. It was 'coming' through loud and clear... Pam wanted to watch or have a replay of her new friend 'getting IT' from Hans!After dinner, it took longer than usual to help Pam 'get in the mood'. (It took a while for DUMMY here to realize that she indeed had an orgasm or two before she arrived home!) I couldn't prove that... but... the proof of the PUDDING is your finger IN IT... with minor responsiveness on her part!!I changed erotic tactics and began discussing what. You've got no grounds for denial. There is absolutely nothing unreasonable about asking you to relax."Why else did he think she was stiffening up!"Now," said Russell, putting his hands on her shoulders. They were big and rough, and she could tell she would have trouble moving out from underneath them—and yet she did not feel threatened. Intruded on, perhaps, but not threatened. "Take a deep breath. Better yet, take a couple of them. Oh, and, remember to breathe out in between them."His.