I was a passenger this time, not the driver. Was it because of the distance?I waited, hoping she would do something titillating. She reached to the si...e, grabbed a wine glass, drank a gulp, and put it back.That was a little odd. I had never actually eaten or drank anything when I was in Marie's head, but the wine tasted good. Would that mean that I liked wine as well, or did it taste good because Laverne liked it? Something to explore later, I thought.Laverne closed her eyes, leaning her head. Erase all those fucking redundancies until you can run your cursor through your smooth outline. Better get your cuntschlicking consonance in order if you wanna be a real smooth smut author like me, bitch. Yeah, that’s it, scrape off all those fuzzy idioms.While you’re at it, scoop your slimy fuck-word drool out of your diction-deprived slut-box. That’s it, you filthy fucking worthless writing whore, smear them around your slutty subject line. Circumlocute it with your cummy keyboard. Show me. " Mine too," laughed Azani, rubbing her tummy.I laughed, enjoying the joke. Vindar looked at me and said, "We're serious, we're both with c***d." Don't be ridiculous," I laughed."Don't forget we are genetically perfect and we're not quite human," said Azani. "A Drayconian woman knows within minutes whether her egg has been fertilised." And because of our oxygen-rich atmosphere, our gestation period is much shorter than yours," said Vindar, "Our babies will be born in four months." Fucking. This time I was ready for the orgasm and shoved a pair of my panties into my mouth. They were the ones I wore at breakfast and they tasted deliciously of my own new juices. I tried to get up after a few minutes, but I found that I was too tired to stand. Instead I looked around my new room for my purse. I ended up finding it under the bed. In my hello kitty wallet I found one hundred dollars and a credit card. I also apparently had a driver’s license. My name was Brianna Campbell and I lived.