It often amazed Kate how the women of the village could be all gusto one moment and a peek of femininity in another. The wise-woman's had accepted the offer to be soaped - one none of this world would likely turn down considering the curves of this outstanding creature - one of the few perks of being a priestess.<br/><br/>The most practical manner of doing so involved Lazandra keeping her back to Kate as much as possible, kate considered twisting side on to her - but a previous soaping endeavor proved such a method futile. The woman's legs were straight - and asking a wise-woman to part them was unbecoming at best, so slowly kate placed her organ flush against the back of the Sharman easing where Kate's shaft and scrotum met on to the high curve of Lazandra's rear.The strength of the phallus wanting to point directly outwards put some pressure on the priestess, one Kate compensated by easing an arm about the Sharmans waist, holding her rightly as possible.while the head of Kate's phallus protruded up against the side of Kate's chin.<br/><strong><br/>"Excuse me Lazandra for adopting such a forward pose but for soaping I don't have much choice, all others are impractical in the extreme." </strong><br/><br/>Kate hurried the sentence out hoping it would be enough and with her free hand eased a soap-stone over the outside curves of the sharmans thighs. It was slow going, something Lazandra could have more quickly seen to herself or have others manage, still it was something that was symbolic between the priestess and sharman kin. a sign they are in agreement with matters at least for the current state.<br/><br/><strong>"I heard wind that an unnatural winter will be upon us soon, is this true wise-sharman ? If so I fear creatures of brutality we have not dared think of before, the ones of legends may be with it and we are but a small village ... "<br/></strong>