She saw Greg pull out of her mother,take her by the hand, and lead her to the couch. Carol sat next to her daughter, a little afraid of whatshe kn...w was coming, but aroused enough to go with it. Shehadn't been with another woman since college. Marcia strokedCarol's thigh, then leaned toward her pressed her lips to hermothers. Carol's mouth opened slowly, allowing Marcia'stongue inside. With her eyes closed, Carol couldn't tell thedifference between her daughter's tongue and any other shehad. Look at those clothes, will ya?" Hank said."They're very nice. How is it that you rate being treated like this, anyway?" Darla asked."Well, you remember when I said I had met that dragon? Well, he told Marald who I was. Turns out I am Duke De Landkur. My sister holds the title of Princess Landkur," I told them a little embarrassed."Wow! Nobility! No wonder you wanted to come back here," Darla said.I frowned. "Actually, it's not like that. This is my home, too, you know. I have family here. Ask. Details are blurry right now…all that matters is the warm weight on my chest and the vanilla scented hair brushing my cheek. Oh god…the lights are so bright. So colorful and shimmering…there are too many of them. It would be scary if I didn’t have somebody to hold onto. ‘The stars, they look like fireflies…rainbow fireflies.’ He says. Oh, those are stars. It all makes sense now. God they’re so beautiful though. ‘But they’re so close. Won’t we get burned?’ I ask, not really afraid yet. I’m. I look woefully down at my own smaller breasts. I have a hint of cleavage thanks to the wonders of underwire, but I am definitely in the category of ‘just a handful.’ I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror. I am a stark contrast to Tiffany, my eyes shimmering in a variety of blues like the ocean and my hair is shimmering blonde. I am grateful that despite the fact that my breasts are lacking in size, I make up for it in other ways. I have always been a fan of how amazing my ass looks in blue.