Chapter 9

Henry’s body froze, locked in a state of shock. Romi’s hips had stopped moving, and though she was no longer making noises that voiced her arousal, she made no attempt to dislodge her father’s fat cock from her squelching pussy. Looking over her left shoulder, Romi’s eyes were locked on the shocked Michelle. Romi’s hands remained on her Daddy’s wide chest, propping up her gifted torso, squeezing those wobbly watermelons between her arms.

In that moment, Flora was only the one who seemed to have functional legs. She scrambled off the bed, gesturing calmly in a universal ‘I mean you no harm’ manner as she quietly approached Michelle. The situation had astounded Michelle into a state of near paralysis, so much so that she barely reacted even when Flora reached her and pulled the teen in for consoling hug.

The devilish side of Henry hadn’t been fully quashed, and though he consciously tried otherwise, he found himself focused on the vision of the fully clothed, gorgeous blonde teen being embraced by his naked, busty wife, flattening those fun bags against Michelle’s slender form. His cock twitched inside Romi’s pussy, which caused her to emit a tiny, involuntary moan, low and guttural.

Flora took charge. “Michelle, honey, why don’t you come over and sit down before you fall down?” She led her to the reading chair and eased the teen into it. Looking over her shoulder, she told her husband and daughter, “Now would be a really good time to put on some clothes. Both of you.”

As if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over the two, Henry and Romi suddenly and clumsily separated from one another, scrambling off the bed to find their clothes and cover their immodesty. Henry threw on a pair of shorts while Romi grabbed the same time-worn cotton shirt she’d been using as an overshirt by the pool earlier. The thin cotton garment did little to allay Henry’s arousal. He found himself having to forcefully tear his eyes from her heavy breasts as they wobbled and swayed beneath the overmatched shirt. Flora threw on one of Henry’s tee shirts, which hung down to the middle of her thighs, and was equally under-equipped to deal with the mass of mammaries it barely covered. Henry focused on trying to will away his aching erection. He’d been so close to popping before Michelle walked in, and he was still dangerously close to it. He did not allow himself to look toward the two busty girls for a while, fearing he might fill his cargo shorts with a gooey load of his own sauce.

As they got dressed, Michelle continued to argue inside herself. A part of her wanted to run from the room, then out of the house, screaming. But that part seemed to lack the physical energy to spur her body to movement. Another part of her wanted to get some answers to the questions that were playing on an endless loop, a cycling echo of cacophonous confusion. While those urges wrestled within her, the teen’s face showed each of those emotions, but no words came out. If her question-filled eyes hadn’t been darting around, the others would have thought the girl was completely catatonic.

Romi finally grew the nerve to approach her friend. Kneeling by the chair and taking one of Michelle’s hands in hers, she said, “I’m so sorry, ‘chelle. I wish I could have said something to you before, but that would have been against the rules.”

“Rules...?” Michelle asked, groggily.

“Yeah...,” Romi replied. “You see, I’m not supposed to talk about it with anyone except Momma and Daddy.”

“So you ... they ... how often do you do this?” Michelle asked, her eyebrows still knitted together with confusion.

“We haven’t done it since you moved in,” Romi said, “on account of it being a ‘secret’ and everything. Plus, I didn’t want you to feel like we were weird or something. So, before you moved in, Momma and Daddy made me promise not to ask to join them anymore.”

“Wait ... you asked them?” Michelle asked, somehow further shocked.

“Duh,” Romi answered with a smirk. “I mean, you remember what you said to me about my Daddy’s dick, and how you think about it when you touch yourself? Well, imagine if you lived in the room right next door to him ... and you also had to listen to him use that big thing to bone your mom.” Romi held out her hands and raised her eyebrows, a motion that silently conveyed, “C’mon ... you’d have done the same thing if you were in my shoes ... admit it.”

The color slowly began to return to Michelle’s face as she visibly started to relax a bit. “But,” Michelle dropped her voice to a loud whisper. “But they’re your parents! I mean ... aren’t you a little bit ... ya’ know ... skeeved out by it?”

“I probably would be if they were different people than they are. Like, if Daddy weren’t the nicest, most handsome man I’d ever met ... or if Momma was just some mean ol’ lady, then yeah – I’d probably be skeeved out about being naked with them ... touching each other and stuff.”

“And stuff?!” Michelle demanded, still in a raspy whisper. “Romes, you were on top of your dad ... with his... thing inside you!”

“And it was sooo good...,” Romi said in a whisper to herself.

Michelle had to suppress an involuntary groan as she had a momentary flash – imagining taking Henry’s big dick inside her own eager hole.

Flora stepped in again. “Michelle, you need to know that we didn’t force Romi to do anything, and we never will. All of this started when we realized Romi was peeping at us while we had sex. Which, by the way, I think she learned from you,” Flora added with a smirk. “It was clear to us, as her parents, that Romi was curious, perhaps overly so. After that, we agreed that she would be allowed to come in the room with us and watch. We would answer any questions she had, and she could learn about her changing body in a safe, caring environment.”

“Um ... oh-kay...?” Michelle responded. “But how long...?” her eyes darted back and forth between Flora and Romi. “You told me about getting in trouble when we spied on your parents,” she said to Romi, “and you’ve been doing this ever since then?!”

“Actually,” Romi answered, “they started letting me watch before then.”

Michelle’s eyes were still bobbing around with astonishment. She intermittently shook her head and let out chuffing chuckles of disbelief. Even after what Flora and Romi had just told her, Michelle’s mind was still primarily occupied with one question. “But how could you ... I mean, when we watched your parents, your mom couldn’t get his whole thing inside her ... but just a minute ago, you had it all in you!”

“Oh! Now I get it!” Romi said. “You want to know how it’s possible? I thought you meant it more like you were chiding me ... like ‘how dare you?’...,” Romi chuckled to herself. “Well ... the short answer is, I don’t know. I guess my insides are just shaped a little different than mom’s.”

“Huh...” Michelle grunted in response.

“It’s true, honey,” Flora said to Michelle. “Romi’s cervix must be further up inside her than mine is. She got Enrique’s whole dick inside her the very first time she tried,” the mother added proudly. “Of course, it took a lot of patience by both Romi and her Daddy. But that’s one of the things we love most about him.” She looked over her shoulder at Henry, who sat on the far edge of the bed, happy that he only needed to offer silent support.

“So ... you let Romi into your room so she could watch and ask questions?” Michelle asked Flora, circling back to an earlier point of interest.

“That’s right,” Flora replied. Only Henry knew about Flora’s upbringing – they’d never even shared that part of the story with Romi, and Flora wasn’t inclined to change that. At least not right away. “I remember what it was like to be a young lady, like you two are. Your body’s changing in big ways, and hormones are raging through you, making you want to do things and feel things. It was all so overwhelming for me when I was your age. As I continued to grow, that lack of knowledge could have led to some very bad decisions on my part. I wanted to make sure Romi had a safe, loving environment to ask those questions and get honest answers. And sometimes, the easiest way to answer those kinds of questions is to show how it’s done.”

“So, you just ... wow.” Michelle shook her head again. “My mom wouldn’t talk to me about this stuff very much at all. She caught me touching myself once and bought me a dildo, but other than that, she just told me to never be alone with a boy until I met the man I wanted to marry. That was her answer to everything I asked... ‘no hanky-panky ‘til you’re married, ‘cause that’s what it says in the Bible.’”

Flora hugged Michelle briefly, then said, “I’m sure your mom had the best intentions when she told you those things. And you know I won’t say anything bad about her, but what she told you might have been a bit ... misguided. To me, it seems like maybe she had some negative experiences with sex that made her want to warn you against it. To make you overly cautious. I’m sure she thought she was protecting you. Maybe she got pregnant before she as ready. Or maybe something worse. I’m not presumptuous enough to pretend I know for sure. As I said, I’m sure your mom had good intentions, good foundational reasons behind the advice she gave you. But I know this – as a girl growing up, if the only advice I ever got was ‘keep your legs together ‘cause the Bible says so’, I wouldn’t have ended up as happy as I am today.” She smiled warmly at Michelle. “As Romi’s mother, I felt she needed help from someone she trusted so she could understand all those crazy new feelings running through her body. I thought it would be best for her to learn that the human body is built with pleasure in mind, both for her and her partner, whoever that eventually is.”

Michelle nodded slowly. Turning to Romi, she asked, “And did it help? Do you understand these ... feelings? Is it better now that you understand?” The girl was pleading hopefully, grasping for answers.

Romi nodded. “You better believe it. To be fair, I don’t think mom expected me to keep pushing. She probably thought I would watch them a couple times, touch myself, ask questions, and that’d be it. But for some reason, I just couldn’t get enough. Still can’t. So, I kept bugging her with more and more questions, and eventually, she gave in. After that, Daddy let me touch him. Then he let me suck on it. And then he touched me. And after a long time, Momma gave us permission to have real sex, so I’d know what it was like with a real guy who cares about me and is patient, and I wouldn’t be so scared of it anymore. They helped me figure out what I like, and how to ask for it without feeling embarrassed.”

“That ... would be awesome...” Michelle whispered to herself.

Flora nodded, adding, “Eventually, Romi decided on her own that she wanted to feel her Daddy inside her. That’s when I bought her a dildo so she we stretch herself while she played. And she gradually built up to the point where she could safely try to get Enrique’s big ol’ dick inside herself. Then, she surprised all of us when she could fit the whole thing inside!”

“Yeah,” Romi said, blushing deeply.

Flora thought the time had come for them to end the conversation, at least temporarily. “Michelle, honey, are you alright? Are you feeling better now than you did a while ago?”

“Yes ma’am.” Michelle replied.

“Good girl. Just remember, Henry and I are here for you, okay? If you have questions, I want you to feel comfortable asking them. I can promise you that we’ll always give you an honest answer, even if it’s not always the answer you want. Understood?”

Michelle nodded.

“That’s good,” Flora kissed her forehead. “So, what happened? We thought you were gonna spend the night in Amarillo...”

“Oh!” Michelle had forgotten all about that. “I had lunch with them, and we chatted and caught up and everything. Apparently, they had already decided to change their flight again to leave tonight. I don’t think they liked the hotel that much, or maybe they were just trying to come up with an excuse to go ahead with the rest of their vacation. But after we’d hung out for a while, they told me they had changed their plans, and they were leaving. So, I just drove back here.” Michelle took a deep breath. “But I’m really sorry I messed up your ... time ... ya’ know, doing stuff to each other.”

“Honey, you don’t have a thing to be sorry about.” Flora consoled Michelle.

Romi joined her mother in hugging Michelle, saying, “Though it wouldn’t have hurt my feelings if you waited another five minutes before walking in.”

As Romi began to giggle, her laughter’s infectious nature quickly caught the others in its wake. The sound of giggles echoed through the room as they all added their own voices to the chorus of chuckles.

“Let’s all go downstairs and make something for dinner.” Flora announced. “After that, we’ll run to Blockbuster and rent a movie to watch. How’s that sound, ladies?”

Both teens nodded and smiled.

The three ladies couldn’t agree on a film to rent, so Flora finally gave up and let each of the teens pick one movie. When they got back to the house, played ‘rock-paper-scissors’ to decide which piece of teen drama trash they would watch first. Michelle won. If pressed hard for an answer the following morning, no one could have remembered the name of the film, though they’d all watched it, from the opening shot to the end credits.

Flora had been only mildly interested in the show. Michelle had started out excited, but slowly lost interest. Henry had just been bored. That type of teenage-centric tripe generally annoyed him so much that he simply left the room. But on that evening, he realized that because of the unpredicted events of earlier in the evening, it would be best if they all hung together like a ‘typical’ family. He munched on popcorn and sipped a beer, allowing the ladies to enjoy the chosen film, though the longer it played, the more he felt like his brain was slipping out his ears. All of this was simply cruel icing on the cake though, because he was nursing a serious case of blue balls. He’d been oh so close before Michelle’s surprise arrival.

Romi was trying her best to be a caring and thoughtful friend to Michelle. But just like her Daddy, she’d been so close to reaching her pleasure peak before Michelle had interrupted them. “Fuck!” the teen thought silently. “Just like, two more minutes, and I would’ve been able to pop.”

By the time the end credits started to roll, they all felt they’d wasted an hour and half on that drivel of ‘entertainment’, Romi kissed her parents goodnight and headed upstairs with the express intent of toying herself to some level of joy, though it would pale in comparison to the sensations her Daddy could have granted her.

Michelle followed soon after, retiring to her room.

After some light clean-up, Henry and Flora ascended the stairs to the master bedroom.

Romi and Michelle heard the master suite door close, and just a few minutes later, they could clearly hear primal sounds emanating from that room. Romi, in the room right next to theirs, heard it clearest. But even Michelle, whose room was much further down the hall, couldn’t escape the grunting moans as they drifted down the hallway.

Too curious to stay still, Michelle tip-toed to Romi’s room and knocked quietly. Romi answered in a quiet voice, “Come in, ‘chelle.”

After entering the room and closing the door behind her, Michelle asked, “How’d you know it was me?”

“Duh,” Romi smiled while pointing in the direction of her parent’s room. “It was an easy guess. Clearly it wasn’t one of those two.” The volume of ecstatic cries from the next room grew louder.

Michelle rolled her eyes and shrugged, a movement that signified she knew how dumb her question had been.

“Listen,” Romi said, “I hate to be rude, but I was kinda in the mood for some time alone, ya’ know? After what happened earlier, I really need to get off. And with them making that much noise, this is probably the best time ... so...”

“Oh!” Michelle caught on. “Sorry. I was just gonna ... never mind.” She turned to leave but Romi stopped her.

“Sorry. I said that wrong.” Romi admitted. “You don’t have to leave, but you should know that I’m gonna get naughty with myself,” she began undressing, “so you can stay and help, or you can go. Whatever floats your boat.”

Michelle gave an impish smile and began undressing.

Less than two minutes later, the teens were entwined on Romi’s bed. Once again, Romi lay on her back while Michelle used Ol’ Hank to explore Romi’s tender, slippery cooch. Once she’d worked it into Romi’s slit completely, the blonde teen used one spit-slicked finger to tease Romi’s butthole. Then, to make herself happy, she latched onto one of Romi’s quivering globes with her mouth, suckling hungrily.

To Romi’s great relief, her orgasm didn’t elude her. Instead, it roared upward from her core, leaving her slightly sweaty, and joyfully exhausted.

While they enjoyed their afterglow moment, Michelle nervously asked, “So, Romes ... I don’t want to make you mad at me ... I mean, I know how much you love them both ... especially your dad. But ... do you think your parents would ever ... ya’ know ... let me be part of what you were doing earlier? Would that freak you out or make you mad if I tried to get your dad in me too?”

Romi could tell how gingerly Michelle had tried to approach the subject, fearful of saying the wrong thing, and of receiving a negative answer. She could also tell that it was borne from more than just idle curiosity. And she knew very well how it felt to crave that monster cock of her Daddy’s, so she empathized with her friend. But she already had to share her Daddy with her mom. Could she really share him with yet another female? Her better angels were telling her it was the kind and right thing to do for her friend. The rest of her didn’t want to share his time or affection with anyone else.

Reminding herself to be kind, Romi answered as best as she could. “Well first, I don’t know for sure what they’ll say, but the only way to know for sure is to talk with Momma about it. You heard her earlier, she wants to make sure you feel comfortable asking questions. So, ask her.”

“Second,” Romi continued, “I know I don’t own my Daddy or his time, but I will admit to you that I do get a little jealous when I think about him touching somebody besides me or Momma. And I know none of that sounds normal, so it doesn’t make any sense. But that’s how it feels right now. I’ll have to think about that part for a bit before I can give you an honest answer.”

That seemed fair to Michelle. “You know I love you, right sis?”

Romi’s heart felt lighter, hearing Michelle address her as her sister. She smiled and hugged Michelle tightly, enjoying the warm moment of emotional closeness the shared. “I love you too, ‘chelle.”

Michelle was enjoying the moment also, but mostly because it allowed her to thoroughly savor the feeling of Romi’s big tits smushed directly into her own.

In the next room, Henry had been able to stave off his own explosion just long enough so that Flora achieved her own first. He felt her gripping, rippling internal muscles begin to spasm erratically, and moments later, he felt her juices running down across his balls. Finally, he was able to find that release he’d needed since Romi had suggested ‘special time’, nearly 7 hours earlier.

Though he didn’t know the full extent of it, Henry thought he had a pretty good handle on how much mental and emotional baggage Michelle was coping with. In the space of just over one year, she’d lost her mother in a tragic traffic accident, then her father had essentially abandoned her for alcohol, his own life ending in a South Texas prison. Henry was terribly worried that about the impact of witnessing ‘special time’ would have on the long-suffering teen. He vowed to himself that there would be no more opportunities for Michelle to stumble into unknowingly, at least until he was confident of Michelle’s mental well-being. He could not control what the girl had been through before moving into his home, but he could certainly do a better job of ensuring that she knew the Giddings house was a safe place for her. Henry informed Flora of his decision, who was fully onboard with his concerns and reasoning. Flora informed Romi, who understood, but wasn’t happy about it.

“I mean, I get it ... I do. But it doesn’t feel fair,” Romi said to her mother. “You still get to have him. And I have to listen to it, by the way. You know I can hear just about everything, don’t you? And every time I hear you two going at it, it just reminds me that I can’t be with Daddy ... just ‘cause Michelle lives with us ... it kinda sucks.”

“I know, sweetie,” Flora hugged her daughter, consoling her. “But sometimes, we have to make sacrifices for the people we care about. Trust me, me and your Daddy would both love to have ‘special time’ whenever we choose. And yes, we still have each other, but we enjoy it even more when you’re there, mija. Maybe it would be good to think about it this way; I know you and Michelle treat each other like sisters - and now, you’re just being asked to do something that will help your sister, even if it’s no fun for you right now. You’d do anything to help your sister, wouldn’t you?”

Romi sighed, “Of course I would. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck.”

Flora chuckled. “I know, honey. I know. But remember you can always come talk to me about it, okay? Even if it’s just to vent, I’ll be happy to listen.”

Weeks had passed since ‘the interruption’. After such a long time, Henry and Flora were a bit surprised when Michelle asked to speak with them about what she’d seen. Romi was lounging by the pool, reading, Henry had been in his home office, and Flora was trying to perfect her mother’s flan recipe when the blonde teen corralled her foster parents for the discussion. Meeting in the family room, the girl was so nervous that it was a bit uncomfortable to witness. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, she was chewing on her nails and she was so antsy with nerves that she couldn’t sit still.

While Henry took a seat on the sofa, Flora sat next to Michelle on the love seat. With one arm around the teen, Flora calmed her. “Shush, shush, shush ... it’s okay, honey. Just tell us what’s on your mind.”

“Well, ya’ see ... the thing is I ... there are a couple things actually. The first one is about you adopting me.”

Henry nodded his head. “We started the paperwork several weeks ago. Jessica told us that you starting asking about it last year, but we had to wait 12 months to try. Have you changed your mind? It’s okay if you have. Really. If you’d prefer not to go through with that ... we’ll do whatever you like.”

“No!” Michelle answered, her face briefly showing a look of fear before softening again. “No, I want to be a part of your family. I mean, if you still want me...”

“Of course we do, honey,” Flora said soothingly.

Michelle sighed with relief, calming just a little. “Okay. Good. That’s good. The other thing is ... um ... you said I could talk to you if I had questions ... ya’ know ... about sex...?”

“And I meant it,” Flora assured her. “What would you like to know, honey? I promise you that if we don’t know the answer, we’ll find it for you.”

“It’s just...,” Michelle’s face grew redder again. “I really wanna be a part of your family. Like ... in every way ... ya’ know?” She paused there, carefully watching Flora and Henry’s faces for any hint of rejection.

Henry’s face remained placid.

It took a few moments for Flora to catch on, but when she did, her eyebrows shot up and her eyes bugged out. “Oh! Do you mean that you want to watch Enrique and I have sex?”

Michelle nodded, her eyes dropping so they were partially hidden by her hair. Her nervousness and eager curiosity were so ... cute. “Actually ... I was kinda hoping I could ... ya’ know ... do more than watch.”

Henry’s face showed that he’d finally caught on. The caregiver in him immediately began to wrestle with the more primal side of his nature. Fantasy images flooded his brain; Flora, Romi and Michelle naked on his bed, writhing and begging for his cock as he juggled the physical needs of all three. Despite his better angels, he felt his cock twitch. Still mentally torn, he wasn’t sure what to say in answer to Michelle’s request. Thankfully, Flora was better prepared.

“I’ll tell you what. For now, why don’t we just stick to watching? Later tonight, after we’ve all had dinner, you and Romi can come in and watch Enrique and I make love. The two of you will have to stay away from the bed, you are not allowed to touch us, and we won’t touch you. Okay? You can touch yourself if you want. In fact, I would encourage you to do so - you should enjoy the experience as much as you can, as long as you keep my rules in mind. And if you have questions, all you have to do is ask. Does that sound good to you, honey?”

Michelle nodded eagerly. “Yes! Can I ... um ... can I tell Romes about it?”

“Sure,” said Flora before giving the girl one more brief hug.

As soon as Flora let go of her, Michelle bolted to the back deck so she could tell Romi about their shared plans for the evening. Henry and Flora watched through the floor-to-ceiling windows as the two teens blushed, giggled and hugged one another.

Henry’s cock twitched in anticipation.

The thought of both supple teens naked in his room, watching he and his wife fuck, left a hum of nervousness in Henry’s head that hadn’t been there when Romi had joined them by herself. But the same thought brought his rampant rod out to play. Flora, on the other hand, was extremely nervous. So much so that she very briefly considered calling the whole thing off. But she didn’t want to let Michelle or Romi down. Plus, she was so ready to feel her husband again that she was determined to push past her own insecurities. She needed to feel his weight on her. To feel his girth stretching her. To feel his mounting need as he neared his release. In the midst of these decadent thoughts, she reminded Henry to bring an extra chair into their room, so both girls would have a comfortable seat while they watched.

Since they were both showing signs of anxiousness, Henry suggested that they start with each other before the girls came in. That way, there would be less fumbling uncertainty. Flora agreed wholeheartedly.

Romi and Michelle entered the master suite hand-in-hand, having disrobed in Michelle’s room before. They were greeted by the sight of Henry on his back, his proud, priapic pecker lying across his abs, while Flora sat on his face, facing his feet and the doorway. She held her upper body erect with her hands on his hips, which mashed her own mountains together enticingly. And it was plainly evident to both teens that Henry was doing amazing things with his mouth on Flora’s pussy, based on the soft coos and moans she emitted while grinding her pubic bone on his chin.

“God...” Michelle mewled in a whisper, “look at her ... his tongue must be so good...”

“I told you, ‘chelle” Romi said to her best friend, “Daddy is magical ... and not just that tree trunk between his legs either ... he does things with his mouth that make my insides melt.” She smirked at her friend, waggling her eyebrows. Michelle let out a whimpering moan. Then, they planted their backsides in the chairs. Romi immediately spread her thighs and began teasing herself, flicking across her little bean as it began to reveal itself.

Michelle sat upright, her eyes locked onto the decadence on the king-sized bed, as her breath began to quicken, and her nipples hardened into pebbly points. Noticing movement from the corner of her eye, she looked over to see Romi, who was already slipping a finger inside herself while using her other hand to maul her own pliant pleasure pillows. The combination of Giddings family members, each of them nakedly, brazenly in pursuit of pleasure, made Michelle whimper again as her hands slid down her own body toward the rapidly moistening gash between her thighs.

Romi was enjoying the show, as always, especially with the heightened eroticism of having Michelle’s lean athletic frame wriggling next to her. But the raised arousal meant it was that much harder for her to stop herself from jumping on the bed and joining her parents. She felt the need inside her grow even as she frigged her slippery slit closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh God!” she thought, “If I could just get up there and feel Daddy’s hands on me, that’d be enough to put me over the top.” Instead, she mustered all her self-control and stayed in the chair, hungrily eyeballing the action on the bed with envy.

After Flora had reached her heavenly crest, she chose to move her body so that she knelt between his knees. With the excitement of a larger audience, Flora went into overdrive. She slathered her husband’s entire cock with her saliva before sloppily stroking his veiny meat. “Don’t cum in my mouth, okay honey?” she instructed Henry. “I wanna feel it in my pussy first.”

Henry groaned and nodded.

Flora inhaled as much of that massive missile as she could - just over half of it – and began to bob up and down, impaling her own face on his twitching tally whacker. Loud slurping noises filled the room, punctuated by guttural ‘gwahk’ noises each time the spongy head of his cock bounced off the entrance to her throat. Throughout this effort, she dutifully stroked the part of his dick she couldn’t get in her mouth. When she couldn’t take any more mouth abuse, she pulled off him and said, “I need it now, Enrique.” She then rolled onto her back and spread her caramel thighs. Henry wasted no time in rearranging himself so that he could begin probing the entrance to her mommy cave.