The haunting rhythms of 'Steppin' in a Slide Zone' fill the room. My pelvis is against your butt. I'm getting hard and you can feel me pressing agains... you. You press back. Your hands have come around behind my head and pull me in to kiss deeper. I press harder against your ass, rubbing against the fabric of your gown and panties. I can smell your juices starting to flow. The pheromones are entering my mind telling me how turned on you are and ready to make love. My fingers are pinching your. Angrily flicking my short brown hair I called him on it. “Accident my 'A'! You were staring at my T!” “Wh-uh?” He blinked at my wordplay. “My breasts. Quit lookin' at 'em, before you hit another cart.” I snapped. “I wasn't looking at your breasts!” He protested, moving his head around to cast his gaze elsewhere, any where else he could get them. “I was looking at those watermelons.” I folded my arms beneath my watermelo-nish rack and lifted an eyebrow, fighting a smirk. “Unnah, I mean, I was. We are physically superior to you in every way. We can do whatever we want to you and you will be physically unable to stop us. There is nothing that we can't make you do.”Zonja then began to slam her pelvic region (her completely shaved pussy was moist) against his buttocks (as though she were fucking his ass) while saying: “We are under the Queen's orders, but If I had my way, me and my warriors would take turns violating you...in front of your girlfriend.”Smiling, Zonja said: “That arouses. " Megan laid her head on my shoulder and cried softly.I felt like crap. I couldn't do anything about what I had said; I couldn't take it back and make her feel better. But I could do something about her guilt for Elizabeth and Robert. Something I would have done before when we talked about it if I had known, if I had had my memories restored already. I hugged her, then lifted her head to look her in the eyes."Megan, honey, I have something to tell you about Elizabeth and Robert's death. I hope.