Your build up of pleasure with your hands has made me want to treat you. I swiftly remove your leggings, tossing them on the floor exposing your white...thong beneath. I lie you back and begin to passionately kiss you again. I remove my lips from yours and begin kissing down the side of your neck, beneath your still covered tits to your panty line. I slowly begin to pull down your g string, exposing your glistening pussy. It looks incredible. I bury my tongue into your slit lapping rhythmically. It'sKatya. Katya Sandisson, not Erika." Ookay, Katya," she pronounced it almost right, dragging it into threesyllables. She glanced at Bethan before continuing, her expressioninscrutable. "It's the curse. 'Jita said that it... it perpetuatesitself. The final act of the change is... it's fertilisation. You'repregnant. You, Katya, is carrying Erik's child."I barked a laugh. It was absurd. There's no possible way she could bespeaking the truth. Reproduction just doesn't work that way and, okayI'd. “That was the last I remembered. *****Lusan was teaching her chicks how to hunt. Her male chic Brax was quick to kill while her female chic Bren was the true killer she waited … then pounced … hardly wasting a drop of blood. Brax was messy.Lusan often thought of how she came to have such Disimilar chics.It was obvious Brax was Bron's chic, A mighty Head and wings of a Golden Eagle and the body of a fearless Lion. But Bren, oh so different. Bren was twice the size of Brax. In her normal. She unclipped the bra at the front and her unfettered tits cascaded out to my delight. I went to approach her but she shook her head to say stay there. Reaching behind she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, she stepped out of it and stood in just high heel shoes, seamed black stockings with suspender belt, silk french knickers and the unbuttoned blouse exposing her semi naked tits. My knowledge of all thing lingerie gleaned from the Ann Summers catalogue I found in my parents.