"I want you, Mitch. I've wanted you for some time." She started undoing the buttons on her blouse."Melanie? Come on! You're Callie's best friend!" Cal...ie has no claim on you." She has claim on my heart," I asserted."I know that, God only knows why," she snorted. "But I don't want your heart. I want your body. Mitch, you need to get laid-and so do I."Her fingers were still working away at the buttons on her blouse-in fact, they were down to the bottom couple. I could see, through the part in her. She took his forefinger, and starting at her back passage she named each part like a schoolmistress, explain both function and the effect on a woman each had, finally came the clitoris, her tiny penis she said, nerve centre, and the one place that needed to be stimulated past all others. She explained about orgasms again, how pregnancies occurred, where a man`s tool was happiest. And he hung on every word absorbing it like a sponge. She explained about contraception, and that she was `on the. None of us, not even our science fiction expert, could offer an explanation.Shit, I didn't know what to believe. We were all now wearing clean clothes, even our underwear was clean, and all of it had been filthy since we had not been out of it since leaving England back on June 4th. Of course, all of us couldn't help thinking of magic, but who knows what that meant? Oh, well, I figured that we just had to live with it, even though we couldn't help wondering how much of our situation was real.. The curvature of her upper breasts have expanded significantly since he last been with her. The shadowy slit of her cleavage looks almost big enough to hide his massive alien prick inside.Rachele says nothing as the exhibition continues. It takes some effort, but she manages to suppress her urge to grin. She pulls the strap of her bra off her shoulder, until it drifts down her arm a ways. The cup is loose now, but not enough to fall by itself. Slowly, she slips her fingers into the cup, deeper.