“Christine! Christine! I'm going to be a futa!” my little sister squealed.I had no idea what that meant. “Get the fuck off me!” I gasped. “W...hy the fuck are you—”She kissed me.The little brat kissed me full on the lips, something salty, almost like cum, on them and another flavor that reminded me of pussy. A spicy taste. Was she stoned? Tripping on bath salts? What the fuck was going on here? I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back hard, wrenching her lips from me.“The fuck?” I gasped at. Try simply focussing on being able to hear in Pictish. That should do it.Eoric did exactly that and was surprised when he immediately began to hear the thoughts of the man who was keeping watch not ten yards away from him. It became clear at once that the man was not comfortable in the dark. His thoughts betrayed a deep sense of superstition and some of the images the man was conjuring up for himself, images of creatures he believed inhabited the night, were guaranteed to frighten anyone.Eoric. Looking up from my view, his eyes were shut tight as his face looked up to the heavens above. I don't know why but when i get horny I love to please those I am with before myself. With this in mind I was only concerned about getting him off. I popped my head off his cock and kissed and nibbled at his huge ball sack. He had the mos pubic hair around the base of his cock but he also had on his sack. These hairs ran along my tongue as I worked on him. He gave a shake of his body as I let out. Flora is an unusual creature. It is humanoid in appearance, with green skin. It has chlorophyll, so has no need to eat or digest food - it can make its own, provided it remains exposed to sunlight and remains "watered" by drinking fluid nourishment. (Lucky for Flora, we work in a greenhouse, and the tapwater seems to sustain it nicely.) Because of this, it has no rectum or digestive tract. Through means unknown, it seems to have learned English, and refers to itself as if a plant. For example,.