Great moaning and encouragement was being voiced. The words were erotic and thrilling: ‘eat me,’ ‘put that tongue inside me,’ ‘suck on my cl...it,’ ‘pinch my nipples,’ ‘put your fingers in deeper,’ ‘oh God yes, fist me,’ and on and on – tongues and fingers, mouths and pussies. The girls would have crawled inside one another if that were physically possible.The two new girls were pretty: long black hair that hung to their cute asses, narrow hips, modestly large tits that appeared natural and not. For one, she was a lot smaller.She was also a greyish colour like ash, darker on top with a lighter whiter belly. She also had a small bony crest similar to the rattas, but otherwise, she looked more like Drako. There was another egg still in the nest. I knew Lee’s dragons laid much bigger eggs, indicating that this species was possibly a smaller cousin. I estimated that they would be lucky to grow to more than a 1.5m in height when they stood on their hind legs. They would possibly grow to. Dam, I wanted to play with her so bad, I thought to my self. As we got to her bedroom, she practically ripped my clothes off and then I pulled down her pants with her underwear in one clean swoop. She smiled and then knelt and grabbed my jockeys and pulled them down. The bulge that was contained in my shorts sprung up right in front of her face. She reacted like she was surprised. Now, I know I am not big but I am not small either. I am uncut, little over 7 ½' and thicker than average (she. ” “Ah-ha!” Marsha twirled a finger and pointed it at Amy. “You know who I am.” “Yes.” “Hmm… do I know you? Let me see.” Snatching up Amy’s I.D. tag, she read, “Amy Fellows, Marketing Assistant.” A frown creased her forehead. “Amy from Marketing? The Amy?” “Er… I guess so,” Amy replied nervously. “I’m the only Amy in the department.” “Well,” hands on hips, Marsha pursed her lips, “I do know you.” “You do?” “By reputation. Your magazine ads are dynamic, fiery. I love them.” “Do you?” .