Heck, I'd even encouraged her to take on some of them even when I didn't know them, for instance, George Rinard when she did her movie in Europe."Elle... shook her head again, "Didn't Crystal tell you that YOU made her feel like no one else in the world – emotionally and physically? She told us all that we turned her on and made her feel more loved than anyone in the world. If that's the case, then why did she go and fuck around on you? On all of us?" But, am I not being a hypocrite if I get mad. Most of the supers didn't bother with other people, feeling they were beneath them. They almost all had a powerful dislike of the Pures, who were anti MORFS bigots. But as for the rest of the so called normal people, they called them mundanes, or caterpillars, and mostly ignored them.They had different approaches to MORFS survivors. Some were friendly with all, others ignored all but the powerful, and some seemed to feel if you were not at the level of a super, you were at best little more than. When she was done, she whistled softly, and the horse stepped into the stream and came to her. He stood by her, his warm head bowed, waiting. She put both hands on his muzzle and lifted it, put her soft lips to his softer lips, and gently kissed him. ‘Narguent a noonan,’ she said, bringing his lips to one of her breasts. He nibbled at it. She repeated the saying, her hands moving his muzzle to her other breast, nipple thrusting as his horse lips moved upon it. Then she brought his mouth to her. As he watched from the doorway, she took her right hand and began to move it down between her legs. He loved it when she touched herself. Just then he heard the slightest moan and he knew she had slipped her finger inside. As he watched, she started with one finger, so slow but then her hips just kept moving faster and faster. He knew she was craving anything and everything he would put inside her. As he watched and listened to her he could tell she was getting close to making her self cum. She.