I didn’t know if they were races or subspecies, or perhaps just environmental adaptations. I saw ones that had very dark skin and curly hair, ones w...th brown and tan skin, then there were some with very light skin and yellow hair.”“Yeah, those are races,” he said with a nod. “Those humans all come from different geographical regions of Earth, or at least they have a parent who did.”“As Xico explained, Ayau’s ancestors lived in cold regions where they needed feathers to keep warm. My ancestors. I gently felt her nipples between my fingers. I was surprised because she asked me to tug and twist her nipples. It is something she finds a real turn. I agreed to do it and could see the pleasure in her face as I pulled and tugged at her nipples. I ran my hands across her stomach before moving to kneel at the side of her. I allowed my hands to feel her body from head to toe before using my tongue to do the same. Her skin felt so soft. I remember her body writhing as I used my tongue to explore. It was so moist and swollen, she never imagined a thought about a woman could make her feel this way. She brought her finger up to her lips and licked it sensually, then slowly slid it into her vagina and gently pumped her hand in and out, rubbing her clit. She ran her other hand over her large perky breasts and could feel the nipple harden as she touched herself. She was writhing in excitement thinking about the girl in the hallway. As she came, she let out a loud moan and could feel her body. He did the same to Kendall and then, with a pair of heavy scissors, cut off Kendall’s clothes. Kris tried to scream but what came out was an incoherent bellow. As Kris watched, Michael clamped alligator clips to Kendall’s nipples, wires ran from the clips to a black metal box. He connected electrodes to her forehead and took a cardboard box off the shelf, opened it, and placed something between Kendall’s legs. It took Kris a moment to accept it, but it was exactly what it appeared to be, a.