"Thanks for coming over, Orin. He's on a business trip. His sister will be here later." She paused and looked into my eyes. "I'll tell you the truth; ...he only comes over to drink my milk." My God, Addie, what have you gotten yourself into?" What am I to do? I don't want to be induced..."Addie, I ... I've been reading up on delivery methods. I mean ... If you're agreeable, we could..." What, Orin? You said if I'm agreeable we could what?" I've read about a way to start your labor. It doesn't. That same day he was back in the wood grove and purposely wanting to masturbate because it felt so good and he took another oath that he would never stop masturbating. In fact he had thoughts, perhaps from the paperback books with worn and stained pages passed around among the boys at school, now all shared photographs of woman with exposed breasts. His daily masturbation sessions always included a naked Betsy beneath him, stretched out with a moist vagina for his precum soaked penis, her. I rolled my tongue back and forth and was rewarded with his regular short strokes in and out. He got more adventurous and soon had half my shaft in his mouth; I pulled my head back so his horniness would drive him crazy on my cock without distraction. Soon I felt him dipping lower and lower and trying to take me into the back of his throat, though try as he might, he didn’t manage it that time. We had continued our leisurely oral play for ten minutes when I felt him rubbing his fingertip. It lifted and moved up the cliff and then joined onto it with a slight angle so water and spray from the falls would be directed back at the pool. She watched as he collected other slabs and formed a large room.On the front and the side away from the pool, he left open squares with wide shelves sitting over the top of them. She would call them viewers. The long rectangular one she assumed was the doorway. He then formed wide, shallow stairs down to the pool. He then sent several slabs inside.