He fumbled for a bit and I broke from his kiss laughing. He frowned at me and I said, ‘Oh, don’t be upset. It’s a front snap. I just forgot to t...ll you. Didn’t you notice when I was changing in my room.’ ‘Honestly, I was much more focused on the bits of your stomach that kept popping into view.’ I giggled and then opened the clasp of my bra. Whatever hurt he had felt before was gone. My breasts spilt out of my bra without hesitation. I ran one hand over them, caressing my nipples and enjoying. My girl bumps, OK, let's call them tits, make every other woman jealous, and every man erect. Same with my ass in tight jeans; I can feel their eyes burning right through the fabric. I just can't help it, but frankly I get off on it.Here's the problem. It's a sexual one, obviously. My favorite foreplay is with my own two fingers, and my favorite cock is leather with three AAA batteries inside, batteries which have to be changed quite often. Not that I'm complaining about that, you understand.. I was completely overwhelmed with raw and powerful sensations though atiny part in the back of my mind was aware enough to realize what washappening to me. I was going through a twist...I was becoming Twisted. However there wasn't enough of my mind of my mind free from thesensations to actually feel any more worry over this.Becoming Twisted doesn't just happen at random. It's a genetic thing, alegacy of the Antarctic Flu and what it had done to the survivors.Thanks to my mom and the genetic. Most people in the room felt the same way and there was a murmur of excitement as there always was when the hunt was finally approaching. The knights were always meticulous in our planning and preparation and never struck till we were in perfect readiness but we were only human and anticipation sometimes got the better of us.I looked around at my fellow Knights arrayed around this empty warehouse we were meeting in. Two was across from me his thick milk bottle glasses and stooped posture the.