Ten, nine, eight…I begin to scan the room for you. Seven, six, five…I move around, scouting your location. Four, three, two…Where are you? I so ...ant to kiss you in this next second, greeting the New Year with your lips on mine, wrapped up in your arms. One…suddenly, I feel your presence behind me and feel your hands on my hips. You turn me around and I look up just in time for you to lower your face to mine. I tilt my head to meet yours and our lips meet. Grabbing the sides of my face, weaving. For the castes between these two extremes, the mid- and fore-limbs have varying degrees of strength and usefulness.The Khitonan societies are organized along complex, lineage-based groups known as collectives. Each collective is headed by a queen-matriarch and ranking within the collective is based upon how close an individual is related to the queen-matriarch by blood, mating contract, or business relationships. The Khitonans are an egg-laying race and the queen-matriarch of each collective. Our musketeers started firing in turn. It was too far for most of our bowmen and they stopped after a few shot their arrows to no effect. Robby's group then started firing and shooting arrows. The Cincy's were caught by surprise and milled about aimlessly for a critical half hour. The fact that every large group gathering drew immediate fire from our heavy weapons did not help them get organized.I saw Cincy's running toward the river and realized that Calveen's attack was going well. Robby's. "And that looks amazing, Claire, even better than I'd pictured." I grinned, admitting how much I had thought of her body, of how it would feel to be able to reach out and touch it. At last I could, and I put my hand back to her now bare breast, feeling its weight as I cupped it before gently stroking the large nipples. My other hand slid round to cup her pert buttocks inside the full back panties. Tentatively I lowered my head to kiss and lick the smooth expanse of her left breast, working.