Tina observed my movements and asked, “Are you done?”

I nodded affirmatively and expressed my gratitude, “Yes, thank you for the breast milk. I truly enjoyed it.” Despite the mutual pleasure we had derived from the experience, it was only fitting to show my appreciation for the delightful taste of her milk.

When Tina gently tousled my hair once more, I sensed her reluctance to let go, but eventually, she reluctantly withdrew her arm from my shoulders.

“KNOCK!” “KNOCK!”

In that instant, a series of knocks resounded through the door. I found myself wondering who it could be, contemplating whether Miss Lyra had yet another visitor. Yet, as I glanced at the expressions on Miss Lyra’s and Tina’s faces, it was clear that they knew exactly who it was.

“It looks like Flint is here,” Miss Lyra remarked, directing her gaze towards Tina. With a loud voice, she called out, “Come in!” Her words echoed with such volume that I was certain the person outside the door could hear her.

The door creaked open, revealing the entrance of a tall, imposing figure. Standing at approximately 1.8 meters(6ft) in height, the man exuded an air of calmness as he stepped into the room. Slowly, he closed the door behind him, pausing momentarily to cast a sweeping gaze upon everyone present.

“Good morning,” his voice resonated, extending his greetings to each of us present. As he made his way forward, his gaze settled on Tina. I gave them some space as I saw him leaning down near her, his smile indicating that he was undoubtedly Tina’s partner, from the way he lovingly rubbed her stomach.

With a light smile, Tina asked, “Have you finished meeting your parents? How did it go?”

The man, whom I now identified as Flint, shared, “It went well. In fact, they enjoyed the breast milk, and, above all, they assured me that they will be present at the farm on the day of your delivery. They want to ensure that Naka answers our prayers and keeps our child safe during childbirth.”

Tina responded with a radiant smile, assuring him, “Don’t worry, I have already offered my prayers to Naka, so there is no need to burden them further. I have faith that our prayers will be answered.”

As I overheard their conversation, an exhausted sigh escaped my lips, heavy with the realization that this issue wasn’t a natural occurrence but rather a scheme devised by the Village Chief and other key figures in the village. It was a calculated effort to ensure the survival and prosperity of the entire village, even at the cost of manipulating the lives of its residents.

“Don’t worry, Tina, the more prayers the better, so Ursa and I will also be joining in to pray for you,” Miss Lyra suddenly chimed in, her voice filled with reassurance. Ursa nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with resolve.

Inspired by their words, Grandma Derry and Grandma Vivian followed suit, their voices filled with conviction as they promised, “We will do everything we can to support you.” Feeling the weight of the moment, I joined the chorus, adding, “I will also offer prayers to Naka for the safe delivery of your baby.”

Tina’s eyes welled up with gratitude as she looked at each of us, her gaze sweeping over the entire group. She mustered a smile through the mix of emotions, struggling to contain them all. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with heartfelt appreciation, “You are all truly amazing.”

Just as I thought the moment had passed, Flint’s hand landed firmly on my shoulder, gripping it tightly as he shook me gently. His gratitude resonated in his voice as he spoke, “Thank you for your prayers.” His eyes then shifted to Miss Lyra, Ursa, Grandma Derry, and Grandma Vivian, repeating his words, “Thank you all.”

They all nodded in understanding at Flint’s words. Suddenly, Tina spoke up, saying, “Since we’re done here, let’s not waste any time. The healer advised me to take my morning herbs, and I don’t want to miss it.”

Flint’s expression turned serious as he nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Let’s go,” he replied. Rising from his seat, he carefully supported Tina, wrapping his arm around her waist for support. With a final glance at everyone in the room, Flint expressed his gratitude, saying, “Thank you all. We’ll take our leave now.”

Together, they walked away, gently opening the door and closing it behind them as they stepped outside.

Once they had departed, Miss Lyra’s voice broke the silence. “Now that Tina and Flint have left, and Ursa is wide awake,” she began, her words directed straight at me, “…would you like to continue where you left off with my daughter?”

Although I was about to steer the conversation in that direction because I knew that I wasn’t done cumming, I still appreciated her straightforwardness. Nodding in agreement, I responded, “Yes, I would like to continue, however…” I shifted my attention to Ursa and asked, “…Ursa, are you ready for another round?”

Since I had already taken her virginity close to an hour ago, I wanted to make sure she was comfortable and ready for another experience.

Immediately after my words left my mouth, Ursa vigorously shook her head in disagreement and replied, “I don’t think I can right now. My little hole still feels a bit sore.”

Miss Lyra let out a sigh of disappointment, her expression reflecting her understanding. “Don’t worry, I understand,” she said. I also nodded in understanding, as it was the reason why I had asked in the first place.

Turning my attention back to Miss Lyra, I cleared my throat before speaking up, “Miss Lyra, it seems that I will need your assistance with something.” I glanced at Grandma Derry, who was still engrossed in sipping her breast milk, and then at Grandma Vivian, whom I had also promised a session. Refocusing on Miss Lyra, I saw this as an opportunity to explore something that had been on my mind before I stroke one more pussy.