I cover her mouth with mine. She responds to it but tries to continue her tirade. Thankfully my mouth muffles her cries. I still do not let up.It is h...r friend’s protests for me to stop that gets me to pull away. As soon as I do, I pull her skirt back into position and fix her bra. Kary, her friend, brings her shirt over and helps Abigail get dressed while I do up my pants. I am still fully erect, so it is difficult to put away. Kary notices my problem and giggles, but only after licking her. She helped me out of my coat and threw off the cloak she was wearing and asked me to sit in an armchair while she poured us both a large brandy. My coat and her cloak lay on a sofa in a clumsy embrace. “I was,” she said, “working at a corporate party. Lots of people eating while I astonished them. This,” indicating the same velvet dress she’d worn the first time I met her, “is my costume. Punters expect a little stereotyping.” She placed the glasses on a low table. “Mind if I go and change? I. .." Jolene began, then realized that she was contradicting herself. "Well, maybe I can't ... not as well as I need to, anyway." It's alright," Béla promised. "No one will hurt you here. Especially not me ... so just relax, and try to feel ... comfortable."Sitting down next to her naked sister, Béla let her mind brush against Jolene's, careful of any resistance she might encounter. Jolene was unshielded – probably didn't even know about shields – and was looking at an image of herself watching. "What's the matter? You don't like pineapple on your pizza?" Maybe he's not thinking straight from that concussion you just gave him, Kid," said a female voice from the shadows."Hey, that's the Arachnid-Kid, unless your a close friend. Or my aunt," he said as he bounced up to face the source of the voice, taking a fighting stance until he saw her emerge from the shadows. The gorgeous red-head wore a black domino mask over her eyes, a headband with two fake cat-ears, and a red leather catsuit.