Suddenly, as she saw them looking silently at each other, she knew that they would overcome this barrier. They were in love whether they realised it o... not.Her natural compassion came to the surface. She sensed Lesley's fear. She was fond of Lesley, nothing could change that as far as she was concerned. She crossed the room, putting her arms round Lesleys neck, she hugged her to her. She said. " I suppose it does change things, but we can still be friends. Can't we Mark?" Mark was feeling less. Realizing that she couldn’t hide her arousal any long, she huffed with insincere displeasure and gave in, shifting her weight as the couch springs creaked beneath her. She turned her groin to face me, the scales that concealed her genital slit were splayed open, exposing her glistening pink flesh. Strands of her thick juices leaked free, her familiar musky scent rising to my nose. She turned her snout up at me, trying to maintain an air of aloofness, but trembling with arousal beneath my. He sped out of the car park and through town, her head had so many thoughts going round in it, she was so nervous she couldn't speak and remained silent for the whole journey.They pulled up and he got out, she followed and he led her into his dimly lit workshop. He locked the door and moved towards her, he could feel his cock stirring, she looked gorgeous and he was dying to find out what she had on underneath that dress. She was leant against his tool cabinet, the metal felt cold on her hot. ”“There, there, go and get the others, we will wait for you.” Said Kaarthen gently. Marcos noted how she took to this mothering role quiet easily. It was almost disturbing how quickly things had changed from the comfortable dynamic they had. She was arching her back pushing out her bosoms and smoothing the front of her robe with a warm smile. “Are you sure about this?” Marcos asked again.She looked at him smiling. “The Goddess in me will help them with what they need to stay out of.