That maybe they loved each other so much they wanted to press themselves together, so hard that their very souls could touch just beneath their shells... Oh, how he wished he could do that! He too felt much love, and he longed to express it, to show his friends that he cared as well. He understood. More so than most humans, he felt. He remembered cartels of girls passing him, giggling about boys, warning not to give anything up easily. Or clumps of boys bragging about girls, talking about waiting. Casting shadows against the walls. But that's not what caught his eye, what did catch his interest was the figure of a human female sitting in front of the fire, quietly humming to herself as she sews what looks like a large shirt. Closing his eyes quickly as she looks up at him, she giggles softly and says softly, "Fear not, halfdragon, for I am no threat to you." Opening his eyes, the Half dragon says, "Where am I?" Standing and walking over to him, the woman says, "In the Herinian Mountains.. He took the terry wash cloth and the bottle of chloroform from his bag and prepared a cloth, then he stepped into the house. Camilla had opened the fridge, she was staring down the shelves, she picked up a bell pepper and put it back. There were plenty of vegetables for a nice healthy meal, but she was too lazy to cook. A white wet cloth was pushed in her face. She tried to pull away, she tried to scream, but that only made her throat sore from the fumes, she coughed and felt lightheaded.. But...but...it felt good!" I say, sitting up on my legs, "and it made my kitty all wet. That's what it's called, right?" No baby, people call it a pussy. But you can call it whatever you want," Daddy says, laughing to himself. "Why is it wet?" I ask, putting my hand in my panties, and pulling it out to show him. He moves back to my bed and sits down, taking my wet fingers and licking them before wiping them off on his sweatpants."Well, when a girl gets excited, or aroused, her kitty gets all.