Blue-eyed little Pon always woke during the commotion, of course, and in a silent, secretly envious sort of awe she watched as the agitated Kalesh struggled with the confusedly writhing white form of her beloved elder wife. Leering excitedly down at the younger girl, he would grab his unresisting Mara possessively, crushing her, filling her, making her all his. Ah, how that look in Pon’s wide eyes thrilled the striving boy! It was a delight to perform before the little blonde creature, to let his body rage, and to see the pale pink points of her tiny little bosoms stand so wildly erect in their sisterly sympathy.
Helpless in her unasked-for pleasure, Mara always tossed fitfully beneath him, beautiful black hair flailing about her smooth bare shoulders. The girl’s eyes swam unfocused as he
