Chris had been fidgeting all through lessons too.His leg kept whacking against mine as he rapidly opened and closed them.I nudged him at one point and...asked him what was wrong.Like,did he need the toilet or something.He'd giggled and shook his head,'No'.So I asked him again what he was doing.He'd leaned into me and whispered,"It makes my willy feel all good when I squeeze it between my legs like this"I'd looked down and sure enough his dicky was tenting his grey school-shorts.Chris gave me a. India Indian, not Native American. He's wearing the little Gandhiglasses, sitting cross legged on the ground. His name is 'Deep'. I thinkthat's hilarious. He is the keeper of my Akashic Record.He's holding a scroll made of vellum, and written in a strange script. Thesymbols mean nothing to me, but if I stare at it long enough, it turnsinto images in my mind, into memories."Here it is," he says gently. He's smiling. It's comforting. The smileseems to say "You are up to the task."I don't feel. She was mine . . . there was no more resisting. She hesitantly opened her legs for me, silently offering me everything I desired. I spread her legs wider and buried my face, circling her clit with my tongue, sucking and licking it until she literally trembled. My cock was so engorged by now that it was becoming uncomfortable and difficult for me to keep from kicking my jeans off and pounding into her. . . I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. She had emotionally and physically. Are you ready? Ready to mother my dark children?, Ready to be mine fully in mind and body?" He said, his eyes glowing red with his list and power.Padme pulled him in for a long passionate kiss before answering."Do it my love. Fill me with your force strong seed! Allow me to bear your Sith heirs. Watch as your young grow strong in my womb and my belly grows with our children. Claim my body and womb as your own now."That was all he needed. With a growl of triumph, Ren tore past her cervix walls.