If my fingers weren't busy stroking her folds as I licked up to her clitoris, I would finger myself. I sucked on her clitoris again, loving how she ga...ped and bucked when I did that.A throaty moan burst from her lips. “Oh, yes, Etta. Oh, yes. I can feel it coming. My...my paroxysms. Yes, yes, cure my hysterics!”Her voice rose a whole octave as she came, releasing a shrill scream. Her juices flooded tangy out of her pussy. I gulped them down, reveling in the fact I made my friend cum. I gave her. As we drove by the library I had a sudden flash of inspiration there is where he will be hiding regardless of tragedy. "Stop the car Arya he's in there!" I screamed. I jumped out and ran up to the front doors and saw him standing in a pile of books. He was busy looking through this one book as I surprised him."Jason! What are you doing here?" I asked.He looked up at me and said, "I had some research to do and my night freed up so I came here." His voice cracked when he said freed up so I knew. Obviously neither knew of her Harreden heritage, or at least the fact that bullets won't hurt a Harreden because of their tough skin. Sure it might seem soft upon touch, a human would be hard pressed to know the difference. The problem was that Harreden could instinctively harden themselves while in danger. Even when caught by surprise they would hear the report of a gun firing in time to prepare themselves automatically. Theoretically she could choose to override that instinct, but what. She noticed them checking her out, top to bottom."Beer." Yeah, beer." Yeah, let me get a large Pepsi. Somebody's gotta be the designated driver. By the way... When do you get off?"They all gave him a look."What about you, honey?" She said, without missing a beat. "I'll have a... Pepsi too." All right, my name is Brooke. Call me if you need me," She said.She then sashayed away with their drink orders. Brooke felt eyes on her. Men wanted to touch her. Men wanted to feel her. Was she used to their.