If I could spread my legs at his demand, sensations and fixes on command, then why on earth would I be any different with the moon, my legs fell back and with only the color of white did I submit myself as a perfect wife, my hips knew this position before and although I could not hear his voice or feel him in time, I was a Goddess evaporating the men from my time, I wasn’t putting out, instead I was letting everything in, deep penetration of the moon set in and I wondered what on earth had I been missing… someone as sweet as me, cursed with insecurity…