Repeatedly he had talked about elven women, who he often commented about their fair skin and how wonderfully delicious they tasted. Not hard to figure...out what he meant by that. However, it seemed his favorite of all the other women were the Dark elves, better known as Drows. Of all of the women he had talked about, drow women came up the most. Near endlessly he talked about their unbelievable soft gray skin, there almost invariably large and supple breasts, and their silky hair, which was. But I quickly realized that without my bikini bottoms on, the heady scent of my arousal was permeating through my thin shorts, so I dropped my knees and crossed my legs as the forest patrol officer rounded the rear end of my car. "Oh, hello officer!" I said, trying to sound chipper and not terrified. "I'm an intern at the research center, I'm taking photos of the vegetation regrowth on these old snowmobile trails. Do you need to see my ID badge?"I realized he was looking at my nipples poking. My mouth waters to the thought of tasting your sweet nectar, so I take my two fingers that were in you and lick them, then put it in your mouth slowly, so you can taste how good you are, but I know that you already know you taste so good. Tasting you, I couldn't help but start my way down. Kissing you on your stomach then your naval going lower and lower until I reach that juicy sweet peach of yours. Spreading your legs wide, just staring at your pretty, wet pussy, admiring it just thinking to. Fortunately, Genie's ability to multitask easily was able to cope with helping each of us and still directing Komodo, so we were ahead of that part of the game. Each one of us had Genie jump us into every room in that building getting people dressed well enough to cope with the 74 degree Fahrenheit weather and transported to a central location across the street from the burning building. To cut the possibility of panic, each person was given the memory of being led or carried down the stairwell.