Little Bobby shouts each time we turn downhill merrily. The security system tracks us until we reach the bottom and I pull back my hood of my coat. Th...n it recognizes me and ends the alert. Morgan gives Little Bobby a high five. Jewels coming down asks Little Bobby what it was like. “Little Bobby, what you think of that?”Little Bobby still excited answers. “First it was scary as hell as we begin picking up speed, then Dad turned us, and then I realized he knew what he was doing. About the third. Many infernal have cruel personalities and believe they are better then the other tribes, but there are the occasional outliers that are kind and treat other races as equals. (Pit Fiends, Succubi/Inccubi, Imps, etc.)The Celestials tend towards light colors, glittery skin, and feathered wings. Celestials often view the other tribes as reckless children they don't mean any disrespect with this outlook its just that the other tribes tend to make the wrong choice especially the infernals. (Cherubs,. ..” We laugh. Our words mingled like our steps. “You go first.” I hesitate, my courage faltering. “No. you go ahead.” “Why don’t I walk you to your car?” “I’d like that.” I smile up at him, lips lifting, splitting my face in a genuine smile, not just the polite stuff we show patients and families. His pink lips stand out in his tanned face, and I watch how they expose white teeth in neat rows when he smiles. He places his hand against my back as we cross the busy street and I can feel the. Sometimes I hold my tongue mostly still, and give a soft gentle touch to the clit. I use my head and neck muscles to give the slightest movement, without moving my tongue directly. It transmits the gentlest, teasiest, slightest pulse of movement precisely on her pleasure spot, not enough to really send her soaring, but it builds anticipation, draws her attention to what’s coming, clears her mind of anything but sheer sensation, and it’s not quite enough. My hands remain still. There’s a frozen.