Cousin-relationships, they probably trade with eachover in the past..." she was speaking in a halting, shaking voice, but as her scientific mind start...d to function and she began to calm down, talking herself out of the panick-attack through the familiar process of speculation. She licked her lips and began speaking to them in the Ki'Mosu language;"Khiei? Khiei? se... se sulu te ti boh..." Hello, hello I come to make greetings...The drumming continued its steady beat"Ygyn... Ygyn se naiubu taya. Oohh was I wet and throbbing. I grabbed his hand, stuffed it down my pants, and rocked my aching dripping slit as I forced his fingers inside of me. As we kissed I saw that he kept opening his eyes.I then saw the taxi driver angling his rear view mirror and instantly I knew Pale Red pulled my tits out to show the driver while he played with them. Here was some cabbie getting a full look at my big tits, because some old married suburb dude, whom I also don’t know, gave him permission to do. His voice sounds familiar. He fondles the flesh on my mound. He pulls and pinches my nipple, hard. They both keep assaulting my body to no end. “I’m close. Can I cum? Please?” “Beg. Beg for it,” I don’t know who said it, but I was far too gone to care. “Please. Please,” I plead as I almost sob for my release. I replace my mouth with my hands. I can feel the spit dribble down my chin. I feel a hand wipe my chin and push in my mouth. I suck the thumb as if it were a dick. He pulls it away just as. "I told you," I murmured. "I would love 'Angie' to be just like you." A slut?" Fay teased, smiling coyly."Yes," I admitted guiltily. "What can I say? I am discovering I adoresluts!" No wonder we get along so well," Faye enthused."I have to ask," I began hesitantly. "If Angie was... I mean, more likeyou, doesn't that mean her... I mean, she wouldn't be able to..."Faye took my hand in hers and gazed tenderly in my eyes."Not necessarily," she comforted. "As you pointed out, the miracles ofmodern.