I felt as if all my blood had drained to my cock. It was so hard it was throbbing. She was fucking gorgeous. Yet I didn’t get the impression that sh... was preening. She was just standing there waiting for me to get ready.She was wearing a half-thigh length black dress with thin red and white stripes that formed the halter strap and cut down over her nipples, curved in at her waist and widened into pleats in the skirt. The neckline joined in line with the centre of her nipples, and the top. "I expected Romy to materialise, but instead I saw a vehicle approaching, a smooth-looking thing with a clear bubble roof but no wheels. When it reached us, it sank perhaps half a metre to the ground and the bubble roof disappeared – clearly some sort of force-field. A stunning, red-haired woman stepped out and walked up to the door."Open up, Betty," I said, and the woman – Romy – stepped into my ship. She was dressed in a knee-length, dark green skirt and a plaid shirt that didn't conceal the. ”“Eat pussy?” I asked.“Have sex.” She shivered. “I mean, you can keep doing things with futas, but... but... I love you, Lola.”She kissed me with my mouth stained in Ginny's pussy cream. I gasped at the hunger in my friend's mouth. A groan ran through the rest of the Purity Society, a sound that floated through my mind. I was half-aware of it beneath the tied of rapture that shot through my body.Macie was kissing me.Hard.She loved me.My best friend loved me.I struggled to think, to understand. Cameron wasn't the first person to call me that, and I'd taken the time to research the term a long time ago. Sure, I might have little regard for the feeling and welfare of others, but was that really such a bad thing? Let THEM deal with their OWN shit, and let ME deal with MINE. It wasn't my job to care about the welfare of people who didn't matter to me, so long as I DID care about the welfare of people who DID matter to me, as long as I DID form meaningful relationships.And I had formed.