For a little while Miaren holds still, keenly aware of the full length of the tail's shaft in her body.  It has her inner walls spread wide, and her tight ring less open, clutching at the stem.  Fern's touch and soothing words wash over her body and mind.  Along with her desire to keep her companion calm - and therefore safe - it is a powerful influence.<br/><br/>Her hips gradually start to shift, pressing moist folds against Fern's fingers.  No woman has ever touched her this way.  Nothing has ever spread her bottom this way.  The desire to be touched and penetrated is soothed by these two sensations, and the more she moves, the better it feels.  A ragged sigh escapes her, and her body relaxes onto the frame.