Your legs part in acceptance of the sacredness of the moment. You are pregnant with the Goddess as I open your flower. My agile fingers penetrate your...fissure, ringing your stamen. “My love” I whisper. “Say you are mine.” Your voice cracks as the words begin to form then dissipate in a chorus of moans. Your cries of passion reverberate through my body. The vibrations echo down my spine. My thighs are wet with love juice. I dab my fingers into my wetness and my fingers glisten in the. The main effect was that she felt a lot hornier than usual...if that were possible. Nothing showed on her physique yet at all. She began taking some herbs to help with the induced lactation. Even someone not pregnant could induce breast milk production by regular suckling routines. Carla wanted to get her milk going as soon as the could. Her natural hormones, sucking and herbs should do the trick. Her nipples already had become swollen, distended and reddened, from the constant sucking. She. This was the base for a strong blue glass. Some evidence exists for early medieval blue window glass produced by melting old Roman tesserae, but I don’t think we need to look into that avenue for glassmaking. Incidentally, a glassmaker was originally a glasenwright or glasswright.” Reg interrupted, “This description of coloured glass development doesn’t help with getting a strong glass to resist attackers. What about toughened glass? Don’t they use that for car windscreens?” Prudence was quick. Daphne is proof of that. She started off as one of those wide open mouth kissers who you think are going to devour your face. But a little manipulation and nudging here and there and she’d become very sensuous in the way she let our lips melt together. I was a little breathless when she finally let me up for air. “Shut up and fuck a baby into me.”We were already in bed. She’d gone off her birth control. I was hard after that kiss and when I got my hand under her sleepshirt, I found she wasn’t.