Christina moved behind Angie and eased the jacket off her shoulders. Angie stood there in the middle of the floor while her friend started on her trai...ers, then socks, then jeans, and tee, until she was in bra and panties, looking fantastic.They were grinning at me, seeing me riveted, as they swapped and Angie slowly stripped Christina down to bra and panties too. Small, soft bras, and small, thin panties. Then they moved together, face to face, and kissed lightly. They turned their heads to. "I'm sure she'll be okay. Jackson is my bestfriend. I'm positive he'll look out for her while she's over there." Ismiled at her, then gestured at the mirror. "So ... shall we continue?"She shook her head and stood up. "No. I think I should step out for abit."I rose from the bed as well, my pulse quickening as my stomach did oneof those rollercoaster level drops."I thought you were going to help me." I am helping you, Charles." She pointed at the mirror. "I'm leavingthe room so you can do this. Qi worked out although he felt like he was dancing ballet with the exercises that Oh-Ho insisted he perform three times a cycle.Quiyo was at about the same point as he was. She had more mobility of her limb than he did but she complained of residual pain at the end of an active shift. They rubbed each other's muscle pains with a careful intimacy.She was beautiful, Qi thought. They hadn't done "it" yet. Between her shoulder and spine aching and his hip and knee, they were like a couple of. Sharon drew her thighs together in anguished fear, her mouth dropping loosely open as she stared at the gigantic lust- hard penis in astonished disbelief. It was scarlet, and inflamed looking as it protruded from its furry covering, a long and rigid shaft with a tapered head and secreted seminal fluid expectantly, and a bulbous base that was double the already incredible girth of the penis. And distended below, pulsing with heat, were the simian testicles, churning with alien sperm-seed meant.