I didn't even have a chance to give her my note when she turned her attention back to her family. I took that as a possible rejection and moved to ano...her table. As I opened the folded money, I saw a note. It simply read: "You have a handsome smile" and then listed her phone number.I took out my phone and texted her: "and YOU have seductive eyes. Let your Grandparents watch the little one and meet me in the parking lot."I then stood and walked back by their table. I extended my hand and. From the cockpit, Jean sighed. 'Another teenage boy.' She thought to herself. 'Why is it always teenage boys?'~Kitty!~ she sent out to one of the three mutants who had accompanied her. ~Another boy. Your age. You've got dibs, I beleive?~The girl she was calling too jumped up. This girl, barely eighteen, had shoulder-length brown hair, a small scattering of freckles, and brown eyes. "Yep!" she called. "I'll go get em!"Without another word, Kitty ran out through the wall of the X-Jet, straight. I could very clearly see, she was rubbing her pussy lips while her fingers instead of going in her cunt; were nudging at her clitoris and trying to make her hit the orgasm. O’ the fucking dilemma; the stupid rules of the uneducated backward society were killing me. I believed that nothing in nature was a fluke or a quirk. Everything had a reason and a good explainable and acceptable too. Being both male and female siblings in a family was clearly for the reason of practicing the sex before. Sherri screamed her anger, pain, and fear into the gag. It was muffled, and her body knew pain now like she had never imagined. Her shoulders ached, her wrists ached, and her hands were getting numb. She feared her hands losing circulation at the whim of this madman, and she stretched more pushing with her feet to get some blood into her hands. That increased the rate at which her calves would tire, and then cramp, but that was part of the torture. The pain never subsided, it only increased. If.