I am a defender. I can manipulate matter, I can rip heads off with my bare hands. I come back to the conversation only to discover the two men watchin... me with a certain pensiveness in their eyes."What?" I ask folding my arms over my chest and sit up straighter."I think someone needs to do some asking of her own." Saul says dryly."I think someone needs to respect his elders." I toss back I don't bother to keep the harshness out of my tone."Oh, do stop being silly Chronos." Nimrod pats his lap. This was "incredible" in the book definition of the word. As in "notcredible", "not believable." I wasn't rubbing soap on some other girl'sbreasts, I was rubbing it on mine. My mind kept darting back and forthbetween "ohh... this is so sexy" and "eww... this is so icky."The only thing that kept my mind off the icky sexiness of the wholesituation was my continued fascination with my flexibility. Washing mylegs had always been something that just kind of happened via thenatural gravitational flow. " And the other choice would be the more obvious one, I take care it?" He laughed."Much too obvious for me to discuss even a moment further ... wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Especially if you could manage to find a nice sturdy riverboat and a trusting lad or two help you lift some of the heavier crates into the boat. Might take you a few nocturnal visits over a week or two, but you seem to be an unusually clever and enterprising gent! Look! I'm off on a plane tomorrow and I don't think more than a. ”Tessa put her earphones in, and allowed her hand to continue teasing her wet pussy and clit as she talked to Tarryn. It just made the feelings so much more intense.“Hehe, you are funny,” Tessa replied despite wanting to tell Tarry how horny she was at that moment.“If I told you that I touched myself twice about an hour ago, would that make you more comfortable talking about being horny?” asked Tarryn, already tingling again.“Maybe,” replied Tessa, chuckling.“Well, I did,” said Tarryn. “I came.