I pulled my swelling lips back and showed him my big clit. He gasped: "Wow! That is so fuckin' nice". And then: "Can I touch it?"I was aching for his ...ouch. His finger grazed my clit and i gasped: "Oh, that feels good. Why don't you feel how wet I am?" He moved his finger down my slit and felt my hot pussy which gets super wet. I spread my legs and started to play with my clit. Touching the little shaft and watching as he started jerking his cock with his other hand while his fingers slide over. I do not thirst. Were I to turn I should feel the thirst, yet I do not.Falcon brought his hands to his mouth, checking the sizes of his canines, checking for abnormal sized teeth. He found nothing different. He tried to extend his fingernails, turn them into claws, but nothing. I don't seem to be developing any signs of changing, aside from the light sensitivity.What the fuck? A burning image flamed on his right palm. Falcon noticed for the first time the symbol of the Star of David was not. "Holy fuck!"He must have said that out loud because she smiled at him. Sort of giggled really. He took that as a sign that his was the sort of reaction she was looking for.The smile was the only thing she was wearing. Well, that and heels he noted belatedly. All thoughts of dinner and new toys fled from his beleaguered brain as he drank in the sight.She leaned against the lounge door frame, her back to him, looking over her shoulder. Her smooth legs were slightly spread, the calves pushed into. She hesitated for a moment, then accepted, plucking it in her claws and dropping it into her mouth. She chewed as they gazed at the fire. It wasn’t quite the Pinwheel’s entertainment channel, but there was something mesmerizing about the flickering flames that never ceased to draw his attention. He liked Osha, he decided. He felt as if he had the most in common with her, and perhaps Runt. He didn’t always understand what Zagza was thinking, his motivations were alien, but Osha’s motherly desire.