The heavy scent of sex hung thick in the air, Bailey's own pussy a sodden mess in anticipation of Sherrie's oncoming orgasm. Impregnating Sherrie, slipping the purple pod into her friend was to-date the simplest and most erotic thing she had ever done. The image of the pod sliding in, swallowed whole by Sherrie's pussy lips would be one that would stay with her for a long time. Though the memory of the pioneering women who first laid down this very rite had faded, their practices lived on. There was no more sacred passage among the women of the Vicenary than this.<br/><br/>What seemed like an eternity was only three gasping breaths. The tell tale pop of the pod bursting open was followed closely by a startled jerk of Sherrie's body. What she would experience no woman could mimic with a tongue or contrived device. Like the first women of the Vicenary, she too would learn the true meaning of bliss. Both Bailey and Fi would be humbled, their enthusiasm tempered by a healthy measure of apprehension.