Arrow Lake [m] cool about it

She understood and like a good pupil he took her ministrations and lesson to heart. Though she burned fire along his body and spine. He thought only of a cool mountain stream. The cool snow of winter frost on mountain top. Immovable. Sensational. Sunrise eyes.

She swung him to watch the other man so she could watch her wife and he smiled sweetly at their love. Etienne did not find joy exactly in this coupling. A sense of relief. And where most men would be hard and demanding at times. Etienne was gentle in his touches, hesitant and unsure, but hoping to help the two wives. Hoping he learned enough to at least make her feel good even if her were clumsy and he didn't feel right.

Once he panted quietly beside the one with lilting language. Then he would meet the other Wren in the instinctual dance. Only providing what they couldn't provide each other, but not asking for anything in return. This was his gift to the two wives. So they could have what his granmes had.