I focus on my cereal, on the delicious, sugary-cinnamon taste of these delightful little--okay, that's not working. I can feel my plumping meat pushin... against the pouch of my tight briefs and pulling them tighter against my ass. It feels good. NO! Not here. Not at the goddamn kitchen table! Uhhhh... I can't let it get inside my head. Just concentrate on anything else, really."So! Uh, Rick, what's going on today?" My older brother Rick sits across from me in the kitchen. Dad's still in. “What do you mean? We’re MIA. Our ship was downed, our team is dead, you’re injured. We don’t even know which direction to go in!”“Our team is not dead, we are still alive,” she said poignantly. “My leg will heal, we must find the target and neutralize it.”“You’re insane, did you get brain damage in the crash? What can a pilot and a crippled Borealan do against a whole army of bugs?”Zhari glared at him, her lips rising in a snarl to expose her sharp teeth. Her incisors were like razor blades,. The problem was that it was only 4:30 in the afternoon. It had been stupid to have those shots earlier, but he’d been looking forward to this weekend—his former high school’s Homecoming—for four years, ever since his freshman year. He hadn’t seen the harm in starting the celebration early. The early morning ceremony hadn’t seemed any different than it had last year, when he’d still been a student at the prestigious boarding school. Just as he had in the previous four years, he’d listened to. It caught me completely by surprise.” She took another deep breath. “I thought that feeling was never going to end.” “You did spend a long time cumming.” Ginny smiled to herself, she had done that to her. “Has it ever happened before? Has Ron ever done that to you?”“A couple of times,” Hermione gave her a little smile, “but never quite like that. He certainly never got it all over his chest.” Hermione pushed herself up and leaned forward. The girls eyed each other for just a moment,.