I press my thighs together surreptitiously.“I am called Kryzedoalburune,” he utters from between his white fangs, and my translator chip just soft...y beeps at me in capitulation at the last word(s?).“’Rune’ it is, if you don’t mind.” I lift a finger to tap my full lower lip. “My human mouth cannot handle your full name, I’m afraid.”His eyes turn a little brighter, like honey, and fix on my mouth.See? That I can work with.I walk up do him slowly, very slowly, making sure to walk like I’m Jessica. Oh, I suppose I’d better explain up front about Rachel being there. Rachel’s mother, Andorra – who by the way, I’d never laid eyes on at the time — was a widow and she worked some pretty horrendous hours as a controller for a taxi company most every weekend. Otterley and Rachel had become best buddies at school and somewhere along the line it had become commonplace for the two girls to sleepover at each other’s houses. Eventually it had become standard procedure for Rachel to sleep over at our. She hesitated a moment before she pulled up her panties all the way giving me another view of her wet shaved pussy and did a little bump and grind. She then pulled her panties on while looking straight at me, she then slipped her hand inside her panties obviously sticking a finger in her cunt, pulled out her hand and sucked on her fingers saying, "Oh fuck we taste good!" She then rubbed her pussy through her panties and I could see a wet spot form immediately. She said, "Have fun with Gloria. Johns snickered, "We can arrange that baby."She just blushed and smiled, "You dirty ole man, let consider doing that at another time."He frowned, "Spoilsport. Make me wait, huh, torture me you sexy thing!"The two of them laughed, then went about running their errands and then headed home. After dinner, they were sitting in the living room drinking coffee and discussing the matters at hand, a hot threesome with James.John spoke up and said, "I am really glad you decided to try swinging with me.