”“Oils are like ketchup or mustard to Borealans,” Edwards explained, leaning forward across the table so that Jules could see him. “They all h...ave their preferred flavor, vegetable or fish oil, usually. They carry it around with them wherever they go.”Bringing a bottle of your preferred brand of ketchup to a restaurant with you would be in extremely poor taste, but the Patriarch didn’t take offense, Yuta tearing away a piece of meat with her claws and passing it to him. He seemed to like the. Most of the women she would make out with. At some point she grew tired and came over to my booth and grabbed a drink as well. She slammed it down quick. Then turned to look at me. She liked her lips, and I slid my hand up her dress. Her pussy was soaking wet. Her whole body was covered in sweet. She reached over and started jerking my cock through my thin slacks. This had gone on long enough, and at this rate we where bound to get thrown out soon anyway. I grabbed her wrist and pull her. " She was certainly getting her jabs in."Please, I need this favor," I was doing my best to beg but not to the extent she would like. This cousin, whom I treated more like a sister, was now treating me like a brother, and being a little devil."I'll do it, with one condition, OK?" she was working the odds now."OK, thanks, what is the condition?" I didn't get her response because the electronic voice asked for more money and before I could find it and put it in the machine, the connection was. She stared at our voyeur intently. She couldsee no more of him than his groin. His balls lookedfull and swollen as they pushed their way out of histrousers.He could clearly see in the car, but it as so darkthat he could probably only guess at what washappening. Until a thin beam on light played over herthighs tracking slowly upward, her treasure obscuredby my hand.His excitement was obvious, as I could see his cocktremble and a bead of pre-cum formed at his tip.Inside the car her breathing was.