The white button down shirt that she had on only buttoned with two buttons and then tied at the waist moved with her every turn in a way that barely h...d the sway of her large, full boobs. The plaid skirt may not have hidden her pubic hair, had it not all been shaved. As it was, her tanned legs emerged and ran a beautiful course all the way down to her black patent leather shoes. She had pulled her hair into two pig tails and was licking on a large lollipop in a way that no little girl EVER. No sweat in the New York heat. Stone faced, every quiver of muscle grinding to a halt, their skin having lost its supple. There was something very slapstick-esque about their fluorocolour vests, contrasted against their dull, red skin.I wonder if ordinary humans can see the difference.The old Dragon had warned her about the WuTong. Men corrupted by their lust. Exchanging their soul for orgasms and more orgasms, until they were addicted to the mind-blowing rush of easy access to dopamine. Leaning against the back of my car, I was distracted by a sound near me. Turning my head towards the source of the sound, I spotted my neighbour, a middle-aged man with a balding head, at the fence watering his hedges while stealing glances towards the house. When he saw me noticing him, he smiled and waved awkwardly before quickly moving further down the fence to tend to his other plants.It was at this point in time when the front door of the house finally opened with a bang as a beautiful. ’ Kat headed for the door, rolling her eyes at herself. If that didn’t sound like an invitation, she didn’t know what did. ‘Sounds good.’ Kat walked self-consciously, knowing her shorts were barely covering her ample rear end. Each clomp Trace’s boots made on the wood slats sent a thrill of anticipation through her. Once into the house, he stepped lighter, and Kat let out a breath. His footfalls weren’t jarring her nerves anymore. Or her hormones. She got a cup out of the cupboard and poured.