He was wearing his work “uniform,” a white tank-top with “Bruiser’s Lawn and Pool Service” stenciled in red diagonally across the front, a p...ir of frayed khaki cargo shorts and hiking boots. Hours of mowing grass in the California sun had bronzed his skin almost black and lightened his already blonde hair to nearly white. She studied him surreptitiously, out of the corner of her eye, musing on the fact that the past year’s hard work had certainly gotten rid of that flabby softness and schoolboy. “That’s not punishment. That’s satisfaction. No, you have to lick my lover’s cunt.”She hissed.“I know. You hate women. Rakshasa do not like females.” I grinned. “That’s what makes it punishment. Make my Faoril cum, call her your mistress, and then I might fuck your hot cunt.”“If I please you?” she yowled, her whiskers twisting.“If you please my lover.”Xandra“Please, please, you have to heal him, Sophia,” I gasped as Thrak and Faoril walked by, heading to the cabin. Minx moaned nearby, begging. Then as if needing a catalyst, she tastes herself. Whatever bomb defusing manual I had running in my brain, it now disintegrates into blurry particles.“I bet you’re fucking hard, aren’t you?”I want to tell her to shut the fuck up and quit playing sick games. I can’t breathe. Need to get out of my helmet. Whatever the movies make you believe about the colours, they mean jack shit, it’s what they’re connected to that matters.“How ‘bout I help you concentrate?” She’s reaching for my bulge, doing. He was still quite sober and began directing his bride in saying good-bye to the others.The parents quickly wished the newlyweds a nice honeymoon; they were flying to Miami and then taking a seven-day Caribbean cruise. True to form, Melly replied that she was sure that they would have a good time, since she was leaving all her underwear behind. Dave hustled her out, as their parents shook their heads in amused disbelief.“I hope like hell she has a hangover tomorrow,” announced Frank ruefully.“A.