Slowly I worked my way down until I felt the bumps of her aureole (not that I even knew the word for it then), but my pinky had just brushed her nippl... when she arched stiff and pulled away from me."What?" I--I just can't do the things you want to do," she said."What do you mean?" I said, moving closer to her and putting my arms around her, chastely. "They're what every man and woman do." Or man and woman and another man, or... "I--I just can't, Rick. I'm not ready." Cindy, honey," I said, all. ..”“That is what happened to Paula’s husband...” Alene felt the pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place.“Who is Paula?” Jen said, snapping back out of her memories.“Never mind, please tell me what happened next.” Alene implored.“I don’t know, I just know that at some point I started thinking again, I understood what was going on, I understood that you cursed me with this ... I was not thinking clearly, no. I wasn’t thinking at all ... I fucked a girl and left her at your house to let you. In theirs she would be heavily wounded at the very least before they finished her off.Obviously neither knew of her Harreden heritage, or at least the fact that bullets won't hurt a Harreden because of their tough skin. Sure it might seem soft upon touch, a human would be hard pressed to know the difference. The problem was that Harreden could instinctively harden themselves while in danger. Even when caught by surprise they would hear the report of a gun firing in time to prepare themselves. “What about here?”“Mmm...may I see it first?”“I suppose so.” I said after a moment of deliberation and drawing the blinds so our neighbors behind us couldn't get a free peepshow. Kerry unfastened the top button of my jeans and pulled down the zipper slowly and teasingly. “Ooh, my. THAT is quite the hard one, isn't it?” She said, finally lowering the zipper all the way. 7 ½ inches length hard of “you bet so”!She lowered herself down to eye level with my now-harder-than-diamond shaft, but it was.