Tiffany stands and pushes Derek to a sitting position beside me. She leans over and claims his mouth with a kiss. His fingers fist in her hair, as his...mouth slides down to her throat. I watch enthralled for a moment and then run my fingers up his thigh. His eyes widen and his grip loosens on her hair. We kneel on either side of him and our lips meet in a passionate kiss less than an inch from his eager cock. Our mouths separate, and she flicks her tongue across the tip, then I follow suit. . You can do it, come on. Renee placed the razor between her teeth, the copper scent of blood filling the air. She closed her eyes, said a prayer to a god she did not believe in, and placed her delicate fingers above the cut.Come on.The cut was deep. She had no trouble wiggling her pointer into it, past unknown anatomy- the slippery wetness of blood, the thin strings that- from the head splitting agony when she nudged them- she assumed were nerves, and solid bones.Not there. She probed the other. She gave what statistics we knew about the probable strength and disposition of the hostile invaders. She painted a fairly bleak picture of our prospects.She started to list the things I had done since meeting the Tandra such a short time ago. She distinctly said that she did not agree with all my methods. She did qualify it by admitting that I was not completely a Tandra, and thus subject to her laws at the time. She compared gains made versus losses until the enemy learned that somebody was. Happy he had my attention he leaned back showing a bulge in his trousers. Slowly I crossed my legs and stretched my arms behind me. This well-used trick has the beautiful effect of straining my shirt buttons across my firm C cup breasts and draws attention to my smooth shapely legs. Scott began looking a little flustered too, as my arousal increased. I gently squeezed my thighs together and felt my panties getting wet. After what felt like forever the bell finally rang. I gathered my things and.