Kelly wished that she was rich like Lisa, able to afford Cartier sweatsuits, Kelly wore the same sweatsuit she had owned since she started high school... Her eyes widened as Lisa removed he bra. Lisa was one of only a few black girls in the school and she was Kelly's only black friend. Kelly was enthralled by Lisa's cafe au lait skin and dark chocolate nipples. Lisa had beautiful breasts, she was a full c-cup, Kelly thought jealously. Sometimes she wished that she had a body like Lisa, sure all. But it was too late; apparently the yearning for more narcotic-milk was stronger than the mental-seduction of Nympha mind-control scent-glands. The two groups met in a crash of scrambling flesh. The hatchlings, for their part were uncontrollable. They were maniacally desperate for the fresh semen of human males, but it didn't matter which male! They were just as grateful to be pinned to the wall and hastily, roughly inseminated by the beefy jocks as me. This was probably better for them, as. " That lead to both of us stripping off our clothes and comparing. That's when we heard the front door open and close and our mother calling for us. The bedroom door flew open and there we were both scrambling off the bed and going for our clothes. Our mother was mad and screaming "oh lord no" She screamed at us and told us we are never be naked together, It was wrong, Sick and very bad, Even a sin. (BTW our Family is M....n or .D. so our parents were quite religious) Mom grabbed my Katie by. Alan showed a lot of interest in the boat asking all sorts of questions while on the bridge, I noticed he also seemed to take a lot of interest in Anne but was discreet about it. Talking to him I was surprised we hadn't met, as we moved a lot in the same circles he was the director of a company Anne dealt with plus we were all regular visitors to Maslins. Alan seemed a nice guy easy to talk to, seems he was recently divorced and was buying himself the cruiser to celebrate providing the price.