I had been busy with the strings of Megan’s bikini, setting free her perky tits and admiring her ass, but she shouted, “Catch me if you can!” an... launched herself toward deeper water. With a couple of strokes I was able to snag a shapely ankle and started to tickle the sole of her foot from the high arch to the fluorescent-green toenails. Megan writhed and squealed, “Eee! Eee! Stop!” and I worked my way up her legs, feeling her muscles flex in my grip, until I had her by the hips and she was. To the best of our knowledge, that had never happened before.The second indication that something might be going right for us was when one of the Vermin was about to bite into its prey, and for no apparent reason, it changed its mind and chose another victim to dine on. This, too, had never occurred before.The final confirmation that my formula was working was when one of the Vermin got injured by a suicide bomber. Although it didn’t seem to be hurt seriously, two other Vermin showed up to. ?More Combichrist, and a whiskey sour. The Fae whiskey,? she shouted over the thundering electronic body music bass. The smell of clove cigarettes wafted towards her and she knew she’d been spotted by another of Virus’s entourage. Trevor, also freakishly tall sauntered up behind her, setting a hand on her shoulder before blowing a cloud of smoke above her head. His shaved face gleamed with sweat. She’d seen him naked on more than one occasion and the memory of her body dancing against his. He walked closer and stood intimidatingly close to Sam. Sam felt his pulse racing."So?" Ray said.Ray took Sam's hand and pressed against his crotch. "You feel that?" he asked, intensely.Sam bit his lip and nodded, now firmly grasping the huge bulge in Ray's shorts."You want it, don't you?" Ray stated more than asked."Oh yeah." Get on your knees."Sam knelt down in front of Ray in the clearing next to the bike trail hoping that no one would catch them but at the same time starting not to care..