Then I held her both hands with one of my hands and moved on to her boobs. With my one hand free I started playing with her hard nipples by putting th...m between my fingers and thumbs which sent a shiver down her spine. She led out a soft moan “ ummmmm” biting her lower lip then I took my mouth and started encircling her areola with me tongue which made her crazy like never before.I guess she had very sensitive boobs. My hold on her hands lost and she grabbed me by my hair. My one hand was still. It was rather strange and Bill had stopped to stare for a moment. From the amount of TV he had been watching to learn about humans, specifically teenagers, such an action was called kissing.That being said, he didn't remember the people on the TV being as aggressive as the two in front of him. They ended up shooing him off angrily. Bill sighed and lamented his situation. He wasn't in such a terrible place because he wanted to be. He was there for the sake of revenge.Pine tree and Shooting Star. I didn’t have long to wait to see a couple of men struggle to push a fully laden crate on wheels towards the storeroom. Whatever was inside the crate, was concealed with a large green canvas cover. The storeroom we left behind had been full of new wooden crates. I wondered now what had been stored inside them. There were odd-shaped rooms that opened off to the sides of the main tunnel. They were not well lit. Some of them looked similar to the original storeroom. Others were set up like. He felt so guilty for pushing me towards violating our marriage. He'd finally understood how important monogamy was to my species.It was ingrained in us. Luben had stamped his love strongest on our souls.Memories of Chaun fucking my mother echoed through my thoughts. The dead coals flared to life. And then a song of pure grief drifted on the wind, a wordless lament. My claws flexed as it swirled around me, my feathers rustling as I banked in the wind. A melody and countermelody of sorrow and.