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Story Title : THE ADVENTURES OF BERT ELLIS
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 07:34:50 GMT
Part 3 of 8

Chapter 3


	Bert talked with Cruncher for a few minutes after school, then
left his friend to speak to Alana when he spied the sexy black girl coming
out of the building.
	
	Alana spoke first, "Well, if it isnt the honkey stud with the
orange popsicle. How are you, Bert?"

	Bert smiled. Only week ago, if anyone had said something like
that to him, he would have been mortified, humiliated, and tongue tied.
No longer.

	"Still hot and hard for black ass. But what I wanted to  know was
the schedule on the paper. Did we get everything in on time...to the
printer?"

	Alana sighed, her shapely shoulders sagging the most minute
fraction in dissappointment under her yellow crushed velvet jacket. "I
was hoping you wanted to know something else...in the Biblical sense."
Bert flashed a toothy smile, and Alana continued, "To answer the
question, everything got to the printer before the deadline. The
edition should be out tomorrow with your photo layout in it."

	Bert casually leaned against the building, then said, "Photo
layouts are fun to do. Maybe we can get together for a lay...out
sometime soon."

	"Love it!" the black editor exclaimed. "But Ive got to run
now. Ill talk with you later about that...special assignment."

	"My editors wish is my command!"

	Alana brushed Berts arm with hers and a black hand lightly
touched his crotch as she passed him on the steps. In a flash she was
gone, leaving only a warm feeling in Berts loins. That feeling began
to grow exponentially, and soon Bert felt as if hed blow his cool in
public simply  from the fantasies he was building in his brain.

	He decided that his hard-on was too good to waste. Hed go to
Caroles and see what could be done about relieving the insistent bodily
urges that were becoming more and more important to him.  Bert sauntered
to the van der Hoff household, taking his time and deeply breathing in
the fresh, crisp autumn air. Thoughts of photographic compositions
raced through his mind; the thoughts were not on photographing scenic
outlooks or falling leaves. Not unless the scenic outlooks or the pile
of leaves had a naked and completely willing blond Carole van der Hoff
spreading her legs in wanton invitation to his throbbing cock.

	As he approached th house, Bert saw Carole racing out to get into
the snazzy sportscar driven by Tony diMaria. Bert wasnt very good with
cars or in identifying them, but he thought the schools student body
president was driving an Italian car, possible an Alfa. Whatever it
was, the car was red and small and flashy, just the type of thing the
lovely blonde who inhabited Berts wet dreams would really groove on.

	Berts imprisoned cylinder of lust pressed firmly against his
trousers. It was lucky for the boy that the zipper release was on the
outside. His neddful, lusting cock might have been able to slide the
zipper down and free itself if the means had existed.  The young
photgrapher considered the dilemma. It would do not good to see
Carole. She had just left with her current paramour.  But Robin van
der Hoff was something else.

	Was she ever something else!

	Carole didnt want anything to do with him - for the moment -
and he desperately needed a tight sheath of warm female flesh around
his hard, edacious organ. Robin had  been more than willing once, she
could supply the source of his gratification again.  And this time, he
would be the one to take the initiative.  The Alfa roared along the
street, the top down. Bert  watched Caroles long, flowing locks
flutter in the breeze, a golden pennant and tribute to her femininity.

	He sighed, then turned his attentions toward the front door of
the house.  A moment hesitation struck him, then he plunged ahead. Damn
the torpedoes, full speed ahead! And would he ever torpedo Robins
ship in its snug harbor this time!

	Bert rang the doorbell and waited. When no one came to answer he
rang again and, simultaneously, Robin answered.

	She looked moemtarily surprised to see him but covered it well.
"Hello, Bert. What can I do for you?" The youth with a raging hard-on
had to bite his tongue to keep from answering that like he wanted. He
decided to play it cool.

	"I came to see if Carole was around.  Could I speak with her?"
A look of relief crossed Robins fine features. "Im  sorry,
Bert, but shes gone out, and I dont know when she will be back.
Possibly not for several hours."

	Bert glided in past the woman as he was saying, "Thats all
right. Ill wait." Almost as an afterthought, he added, "Im sure we
can think of something to do while Im waiting." Robin was startled as
Bert walked into the living room, and seated himself. Her hands shook
slightly, and the young photographer noted that she was not the
completely austere, haughty woman she pretended to be. He had somehow
managed to breech her barriers of reserve.

	He was planning on breeching other, more delightful barriers
before he left the house.

	"Uh, look, Bert, I think Id better have a talk with you about
this." "Certainly, Robin, dearest. Come sit here beside me." He patted
the spot next to him on the loveseat. Robin was  growing more and more
uncomfortable. Bert inwardly relished the feeling of power he was
wielding over the woman. For so long, he felt as she must be feeling
now. Uncertainly,  hesitant, even a little fearful.  "Bert," she
started to say, going to a chair on the far side of the room.

	"Robin." His voice was flat, commanding. "Sit here." Again he
indicated the cushioned seat next to him.

	Robin swallowed, then came and sat next to Bert. Her body shook
slightly and, from Berts point of view, delightfully. The patterned
blouse housing her twin peaks of wonderous, snowy white titflesh could
not conceal the sensous swaying. Her chest heaved in reaction to the
sudden stab of fear that she had lost control of the boy she had made
into a man.

	Berts eyes burned with feverish intensity. And it was the
unmistakable fire of unquenchable desire that flared.  "Bert, that
time...it...it wasnt what you think. My husband is gone so much of
the time and I get...I get..." Robin seemed at a loss for words. Bert
had no trouble supplying them for her.

	"Horny? You get horny, isnt that it?" His brown eyes worked
upwards from the dual mounds that were her sheathed breasts until he
locked his eyes on her radioactive cobalt-blue ones. Robins hair had
become a trifle disarrayed, and a strand of the fine golden hair fell
across her forehead and partially hindered her view.

	Bert reached out and gently moved the wayward strand of silky
hair back into its proper place. Robin flinched involuntarily. She had
no desire to continue the one time  fling shes had with the boy.
"Please try to understand me, Bert. Please," she begged. "Youre a
nice boy, but youre just a boy. Youre young enough to be my son for
Gods sake!"

	"Does that really matter, Robin? Im not too good at remem-
bering things, but I saw this in my World Lit. book the other day,
Age is a tyrant who forbids at the penalty of life, all the plea-
sures of youth. Doesnt that seem appro- priate to you?" Robin
shivered slightly and mumbled, "La Rouchefoucauld also said Few
people know how to be old. I think I should try to act my age."

	"Berts eyes continued to roam over her slim, girlish  figure.
The slender legs, encased in smoky nylon, protruded from under the
tight black shirt Robin wore. His eyes caressed the smooth flow of her
hips, the trim, round ass,  the delicate, almost fragile waist.  But
he kept returning to the high hemline and tracing down the length of
her legs.

	Glorious, wonderous legs excited him immensely. Calves dis-
playing muscle, yet not bulky or knotted muscle. Smooth, sleek, and
heartstoppingly long limbs.

	Bert loved the subtle fragrance of Robins perfume; it drew
him as a pollen flower attracts the honey bee. He did not reply to her
protests. Instead, he slipped his hand behind her golden crowned head
and prevented her from escaping as he brought his lips to hers.
In spite of what Robin had said, she wanted him.  She wanted him badly
to relieve her own sexual tensions. The woman didnt want to have an
affair with a boy, but she saw it was useless to protest.  He was
determined and, in a perverse way, she was glad. Robin could let Bert
take some of the initiative and, in some fashion she could not easily
determine, the boy was vastly more than he had been. No longer scared
or unsure, he appealed to her on the most elemental sexual level
possible.

	Robin wanted Berts long, hardened prick shoved between her legs
and up her cunt. She wanted the satisfaction a woman received only when
a man fucked her.

	The coral tip of her tongue raced around her lips a split second
before Berts melted against hers. It was a silent invitation. A tacit
acknowledgement that she was saying one thing while her body, her very
core of being, screamed out another.  Berts kiss was not very adroit.
He had much to learn about properly kissing a woman. But Robin was
just the person to show him. As she warmed to the feel of his lips
against hers, the woman began to return the kiss with ferver and
ill-suppressed desire.  The youthful photographer felt the difference
instantly. He hadnt missed the tiny circuit of the lips Robin made
before he kissed her. Bert certainly couldnt miss the feel of her
mouth opening slightly, the increased pressure and the probing tongue
delving into his mouth. Although the  youth had been the one who
started the session, it was ob- viously turning into another
educational experience for Bert Ellis.

	Hed always wanted to get sex education out of the class room and
back onto the playground where it belonged!  He continued holding Robins
head firmly pressed toward him as she teased his tongue with her own
dextrous oral digit. The taste of her saliva was sweet, succulent and
indescribably delicious. The delicate, feather light touches of her
tongue against his seemed to ignite passions in Berts  body that were
barely controllable. Bert felt himself growing harder, the head of his
cock spreading like the hood of a cobra preparing to strike. And, like
a snake, he felt the sinuous wiggling back and forth as his excitement
grew.  Robin reached down and pressed against the lump in her sex
partners trousers. He would have gasped except that the womans
tongue had completely entrapped his; he could say nothing, only
breathe harder and faster as she constricted her hand and grabbed onto
his balls.

	The teenager pulled her head back, breaking the mouth to mouth
tutoring with some reluctance. Bert managed to mumble, "Free it...my
cock feels like its going to burst open!" A tiny smile danced on
Robins lips. "It will, Bert, it will. I promise."

	The rythmic squeezing of his crotch excited Robin as much as it
did the possessor of those proud, churning balls and quivering dick.
Robin descended again onto Berts mouth, forcing his lips apart with her
darting, agile tongue. Inside his mouth once more, she began to
explore, an expert at spelunking in mens oral caverns. This one was a
real treat because Robin knew she might be the first to ever explore
the depths. The woman wasnt certain but, for all of Berts newfound
confidence and take-commands airs, she guessed that he had not been on
many dates and that girls were still a wonderful mystery, if not a
little bit frightening.  If Robin could have read Berts confused
mind, her hunch would have been confirmed. Bert was thinking that this
had to be Heaven, he must be dead and gone to his reward. Kissing
Robin was nothing like kissing Alana or Patty, his  first heartthrob
in junior high.  This was something greater, a higher class, a quantum
jump in excellence and arousability. The kiss was electric, dynamite,
but it was nothing to the sprouting manhood building into a towering
spire at his groin.

	His cock was unbearably bloated with desire to be buried again
in Robins clutching, tight, hot cunt. He wanted nothing more than to
feel the warmth of her love tunnel around his length grasping at his
rod like she had done before.

	But Robin had other plans. The woman wanted to initiate Bert into
as many of the intriacies and delights of sex as she could; she felt like
a schoolgirl again, leading a  stumbling student along the path to
satiation.

	Her hand stopped gripping at Berts jeans. Thumb and forefinger
carefully reached out and took the zipper in a firm hold. Slowly, with
a teasing, torturous slowness, she dragged the piece of metal down its
track. Berts eyes were  glued on the spectacle. The slender fingers
tipped with fuschia-tinted nails opened the front of his trousers. He
began to feel even more excited just thinking of what was to
come...him!

	Those agile, groping fingers dived inside the opening that had
been created and fumbled until his fleshy rod pulsed against them. Again
between thumb and index finger, Robin grasped the sweaty, shaking tool
and pulled it out into the cool air of the living room. The sight of
the purpled head quaking in lust - for her! - caused her crotch to
begin to water. Robin could barely restrain herself from ripping off
her clothing and cramming that turgid tool far up inside her and revel-
ing in the feel of a pulsing cock beating out an erotic tempo in her
cunt.

	Berts hands, even shaking as they were, managed to free the
buttons running down the front of Robins blouse. The garment hung open,
and he saw for the first time the black, lacy bra that did little to hide
her tits but supported the twin demiglobes of flesh nicely. His hand
strayed and gent- ly plied the smooth, warm expanse of her flesh,
wanting to completely free those enticing mountains of tit from their
lacy encumberance. Jugs were meant to be felt, handled,  fondled,
sucked, not trapped in some conical contrivance originally
manufactured by a demented Frenchman.  Bert managed to insinuate his
clumsy hand behind Robin as he searched for the eyes and hooks of her
bra strap. His inexperience with such things betrayed him. Or it might
have been his inability to concentrate as Robin began stroking his
cock from its hairy base to the sensitive, twitching crown. her
initial stokes were soft, gentle and barely perceptible. As the woman
squeezed down, gripping Berts length harder, the sensations smashing
through his body increased tenfold, a hundred-fold. Lances of pure,
undiluted joy seared his nerves like acid.

	But it was pleasurable torture Caroles mother was meting out to
him. He could have rocked back on the loveseat and  allowed her to do
nothing more than give him a handjob.  Through his lust numbed brain
came other messages, the maturing voice of sexuality from a higher
plane. Bert continued to strain and eventually managed to free the
diabolical fasteners of Robins black, frilly bra. As if spring
loaded, the bra snapped around her, hanging only by the twin straps
over her shoulders. A little bit of maneuvering on both their parts
and Bert soon had gotten the woman out of both her blouse and
brassiere.

	The sight of Robin naked to the waist sent a jab of excitement
through Berts psyche that caused him momentarily to lose the sexual
control he was learning. The two jugs bouncing and bobbing, tracing out
invisible figure eights in the air with the ruddy nipples were almost
too much for him to bear without ejaculating.  The womans breasts
were tributes to her femininity. The first time he had seen them, his
mind had been dulled and  blurred with the shock of what had been
happening to him. This time, although extremely excited and desirous
of fucking this woman until she was cross-eyed, Bert retained some
small vestige of objectivity.  The teenager studied the expanse of
skin revealed to him. And it was marvelous. The slight sag in Robins
tits was the only indication that she was nearly forty years old. She
kept herself in superb physical shape. The idle thought drifted
through Berts mind that fucking a couple times a day might do it,
keep that mysterious glow that seemed to flush a womans complexion
after a really good fuck.

	The tits werent monstrous, and for that Bert was glad. He had
decided that huge, tremendously floppy tits werent for him. If he had
looked at the small tag on Robins discarded bra, he would have found
the notation 36C. She had moderate size tits, boobs large enough to pop
into a mouth watering for woman-flesh, but not grotesquely large. Any-
thing more than a mouthful - or handful - was a waste of good
material.

	As Robin stroked with increasing urgency along Berts tumescent
lust staff he dropped to suckle at one of the inviting nipples presented
to him. The fiery red nubbin of flesh pointed at him, seemed to accuse of
dereliction of duty. The youth did not want to be guilty of failing to
respond where he was desperately needed.  His lips touched the
slightly bumby plain around the erectile tissue, and then he
compressed his lips until he managed to trap only the nipple between
them. Berts tongue flashed forward, racing full force into the tiny
mound of pulsating flesh.  Robin quivered, and he felt her breath
quicken. His rough, wet tongue laved the surface of the nipple
repeatedly, each stroke bringing forth an even more emphatic reaction
from Robin. At one point, Bert almost had to desert Robins fantastic
breast and scream out his own passion. Her slender fingers had
brutally clamped down on his cock as if trying to milk him of his
come. It had been a reaction to the lust pounding through her body,
and involuntary sudden action.

	"Oh Bert, Bert... thats sooo niiice!" Robin moaned as the
teenager mouth her nipple anew.

	His tongue began to spiral around the nipple and engulf the
aureole. Bert decided that he liked the taste so much he would continue
until he had the entire tit firmly en- sconced in his oral cavity. His
twisting and licking motion took him around the conical mountain of
flesh and down the snowy slopes. As more and more of Robins breast
entered his mouth, Bert found it increasingly hard to use his tongue
anywhere except across the nipple.  Robin didnt mind. Hard manmeat in
one hand and wet, superbly gratifying mouth around a tit, she didnt
mind at  all!  She felt his teeth bite into the sides of her breasts
as the boys jaws streched to take in more and more of her tit. The
woman thrust her chest forward inviting him to take all he could. It
was a carnal Garden of Eden for her. The sensations spearing into her
chest set off a delayed reaction depth charge inside her and caused
her cunt to itch and beg for occupancy. Male occupants. Long, hard,
throbbing, pow- erfully stroking male inhabitants.  But she remembered
her vow to introduce Bert to more  specialized erotic techniques. Some
oral sex satisfying her own needs.

	"Bert," she cooed, "Bert, darling, let me go for a second."
His ears were benumbed with longing, but the youth did as she
bid. Robin still had him under her spell, she could  still dictate to
him. Not that he minded. She was the best teacher hed ever had!  And
he enjoyed the homework more  than he had ever thought possible.

	Robins question mouth dropped to Berts crotch. Using  her hand,
she guided the purple hooded shaft protruding proudly from the boys
groin into her mouth. She did not take the entire length at first. Robin
only lightly touched the sensitive glans with her tongue, making small
circuits around the periphery of his organ.  She tasted the slight
secretion from the youths seldom tried penis. Man musk assailed her
mostrils and excited her immensely.  Robin  licked out with frowning
fervor at the trapped morsel nuz-zling against her lips.

	She attempted to poke her tongue into the tiny pinprick hole at
the end of the rod and failed. But it didnt matter because the act caused
Bert to squirm and thrash with mounting ardor. When the womans tongue
stroked and lightly caressed the underside of his cock, Bert nearly
lost his mind. Jolts of lightning blazed through his head, shock waves
of carnal intensity assaulted the fortress of his brain and shook him
to the very foundations of his being. His body heaved, and again he
had to restrain himself from coming.  Sensing how near orgasm the boy
was, Robin halted her oral ministrations for a moment, electing to
only stoke and feel the jerking rod. As his passions abated slightly,
her mouth engulfed his shaft, and the woman began to take his entire
length into her awaiting oral cavity. As the youth had done with her
tit, Robin now returned the favor on his pole. Her dextrous organ of
taste rotated around and around licking and savoring every tiny
portion of cock.  The taste was wonderful and one of which Robin was
in- cabable of getting enough. She loved fucking. She loved sucking.
And being the one to introduce the teenager to the mysterious and
fantastic wonderland of sexual activity excited her beyond mere words.

	My shaft slid smoothly into her wet, salivating mouth. She bit
down, slightly, gently, so as not to harm the flesh under her teeth. As
Robin carefully gnawed on the resilient, blood-surfeited flesh of
Berts cock, the youth broke out into a profuse sweat. He gripped the
cushion on the love- seat with ferocious intensity, his fingers biting
deeply into the soft fabric and stuffing material.  He was lost in a
fairyland of bewildering reactions. Bert wasnt sure he could sort out
all the simultaneous sensations impinging on his body and brain.

	He was furiously perspiring, but that was the result of his
arousal. And his sexual arousal was caused by...what?  Was it the sight
of Robins naked tits and gently bouncing body? The way her nipples
rubbed against his legs? Was it his mouthing of those scrumptious tits
that had started it all? Or was it her expert mouth gulping and
erotically tormenting his manhood?

	Or was it all of those things plus his own fantasies come true?
Bert couldnt have cared less. He slid back and allowed Robin to
do what she wanted with his body.

	Robin sensed the youths burgeoning passion by the feel of his
cock. It now jerked and quivered with an accelerated pulse rate. It ex-
panded and grew in girth and length as more and more blood pumped into
it, making the cock a true mans sword fit for sheathing in any womans
scabbard.

	But the fellatrix was going to deny this succulent hunk of meat
that privilege...this time. Even though the zipper was an encumberance,
both were too far gone down the road of love ferver to bother with the
metal contrivance. Robins nose burrowed and snuggled into the tangled
mat of Berts pubic hair as she swallowed his seven inches. Holding it
in her mouth, she raised her head slightly, pressing the underside of
his cock down hard against her tongue, then retreated reluctantly. As
Berts tender flesh was drawn across the slick, moist tongue,
explosions wracked his body.  The deliberate torture bent his stiff
rod the slightest bit and added to his arousal in a magnitude he had
not thought  possible from his already hot body.

	Robin felt the teenagers prick slip across the roof of her mouth.
And a palatable dick it was, too. Tasty, a true gormets treat. She didnt
know why her daughter didnt want to partake of a feast like this, but
Robin couldnt care. Let Carole play her cock tease games. And
Caroles mother would have all the fun - and cocks.

	Her teeth slid to the backside of the expanded hood on the end of
the teenagerss love piston. Robin locked down the tiniest amount, then
pulled back, her teeth lightly scoring the delicate flesh.  Bert writhed
and moaned in the mindless throes of passion. But Robin admitted he was
doing an admirable job in controlling himself.

	If she had known that Bert was doing it for a greedy reason, it
would not have mattered. He knew the sucking and kissing and licking along
his cock was really turning Caroles mother on in a big way, but it
was for his own satisfaction that he kept from jetting his load. The
youth wanted this to last forever. He did not want her eager, hungry
mouth to ever leave his cock. The prickly sensation that creeped down
his cock and into his balls warmed his body and stirred emotions he
had been unaware of possessing.  The first time he had been scared,
awed. With Alana, they had both been a bit too eager for proper
foreplay, for adequate arousal. This time, the first time anyone had
sucked him off, was going to be different. He was going to explore the
sensations in the greatest depth possible. The wetness of his cock as
Robin traveled his length was but one portion of the entire collage of
feelings.

	The teenager ran his fingers through the lustrous strands of her
platinum hair. Bert caressed and toyed with her  shell-like ears,
guided her head in the motion up and down his stalk. And, the musky
scent that so aroused him had to be emanating from Robin.  The boys
fingers couldnt search for her crotch and find out for certain, but
if they could have, he would have found a veritable rain forest of
tangled pubic hair totally drenched in cunt juice.  Robin was gushing
her internal lubricants out with torrential force. The gale winds of
sex blowing inside her hurled the liquids out to dampen her nylon
tricot bikini briefs and made her wish she had on a  pair of
crotchless panties.

	But then her lust-juices would have dribbled down her leg. It
didnt really matter, however. Bert knew she was hot. And Robin knew
Bert was straining to control his body. She enjoyed playing with him,
wished she could reach the hairy little compacted sac containing his
balls. A tweak or two  there would have brought the rushing flood of
his come to sear and whitewash her throat.

	As it was, Bert didnt need any expert fingering of his scrotum.
The rubbing of his balls across his rough jeans was doing an adequate
job of stimulation. He felt the juices inside him began to boil and
churn, his rocks rumbling in the stewpot of his groin. The safety
valve on his pressure cooker was being breeched against his will;
Robins educated mouth had taught him still another lesson of the
flesh.

	Robins cheeks went concave with the suction she applied to his
tube of joy, and he hunched his hips up thrusting his length back into
her mouth. Robin backed slightly away, forcing Berts cock to withdraw
against the intense vacuum in her mouth. As if some Pied Piper had
begun playing on his organ pipe, the semen and sperm that had been
banging away at Berts restraints erupted with seething, demoniac
fury. His come soared into the eagerly awaiting mouth of the woman
crouched in front of him.

	Robin swallowed the first spurt of come easily, the second
almost drowned her it came so quickly after the first onslaught. The
third and fourth filled her mouth and caused a trickle of the viscous
white jism to run down her chin.

	Berts body was gripped in the velvet and iron of orgasm, and he
wandered through the funland of his bodys intense reactions for what
seemed too short a time. He drifted back down from his sexual high to
the reality of the room, the woman in front of him, his come whitely
shining on her face.

	Bert watched in fascination as Robins tongue slithered out and
expertly captured the runaway jism of his lust. The wet pink digit
hooked around the gooey strand and herded it back into her mouth where
she seemed to sample it like a wine connoisseur tasting a fine vintage
wine. A contented smile was on her lips, her eyelids were half closed
as she laid her down in Berts lap.  The teenager gently stroked her
hair, smoothing it where he had been lacing his fingers through the
golden forest and disarraying the strands.

	"Bert," Robin said, her voice low and husky, "I really shouldnt
have done that. I dont want to make love to you on a regular basis and
yet..." her voice choaked slightly.

	"And yet Im weak. My body overcomes me, and I cant control my-
self. I know you would rather be doing this with Carole than an old woman,
but I just cant help myself."

	Bert smiled a trifle. "Youre not an old woman. You dont look it,
and you certainly dont make love like it. I cant even say Id be coming
back here if it wasnt for you. Sure, I want Carole to go out with me,
but is she half the expert at lovemaking that you are?"

	Robin gave a tiny snort. "Hardly, I dont understand her. But
thats not what I was intending to say to you, Bert." She lifted her head
and gazed into his chocolate eyes. "I really shouldnt lust after you, yet
I do. I cant control myself. If you could, it would be best for both
of us."

	Berts vision was firm and never wavered form those blue orbs
pleading with him. "Im learning to control myself." The answer he gave
wasnt quite the exhortation Robin had just voiced. But she didnt seem
to notice the double meaning.  Robin put her head back down into his lap,
Berts cock deflating under her cheek as his sexual need for this
ravishingly beautiful woman rested - for the moment, he was content.
