The little queen launched herself from the hearth then grabbed atSherry's sleeve pulling her toward the hearth. Torgull chuckled as heguided her to kn...el with the youngsters.The eggs were rocking and rolling towards the children who put theirhands out to stop them. But there was one egg that was practicallyhopping off the hearth. The little Queen though was stopping it fromrolling.Finally, each egg had a pair of hands protecting it from rolling into thefloor. All but the one held by the little. "What to say to that? "Thank you." Do you know that your nipples show through the fabric?" Yes. I noticed. They are darker now than they used to be." I didn't think you would wear it out of the house." It's what you wanted, isn't it?"He didn't answer, but his continued to dart left and right, observing. Admiring? She hoped so. It was a show for him, after all.Aside from the indiscrete nature of her top, a further distraction was that there were no tablecloths, and the tables were glass. She had. Christine couldn't believe the level of pleasure she felt as those sharp nails slid over the soft flesh of her breast. In fact, it was a level of pleasure that she usually only associated with playing with her inner pussy lips. That was odd."Now, I mentioned that we did a bit of rewiring on you, but calling it just that would really be doing my biosculpt team a disservice," said Tasha, lightly tweaking Christine's nipple. She gasped because if felt like someone had just tweaked her clit,. Was it me, brushing your hair?" I give a tiny little nod. I'm breathing in the smell of her, surrounding me, warm skin on my skin, feeling her nipples press into my back, and my hands come up to lay on her forearms where they cross over my belly. I'm breathing a little faster than normal, and that makes her smell dizzying. "It's just physical -" she begins, and I think I surprise the both of us by shaking my head. She's silent for several moments, and then, just as I think I might start crying,.