She cupped my left breast, as though weighting it, then squeezed, her fingers digging deeply into the pliable flesh."Nice tits." she sighed. She bent ...then, twisting my hair and thus my head to force my face towards her. Her lips came down on mine, hard, forceful, demanding. Her hand mauled my breasts, then returned to my pussy, a pair of fingers rubbing insistently along my cleft.She pushed with her fingertip, forcing the finger up into my tight pink box, wriggling and pushing it up to the. She heard a door close again as Rick went about his business and she finally, after about 15 minutes of reading help files, worked out how to rewind the video. She went back to the moment before he hit the button and she saw nothing incriminating at all. No bags in his hands, nothing. That was until he entered the building and quickly glanced back onto the street. Suddenly a figure dashed into the entry way. Unmistakeably a female figure, her head down trying to hide. Kay's mind and groin. Rock-Kisses-Paper was their special version of the classic schoolyard hand-game, inwhich the loser had to kiss the winners on the lips. It was a verysecret thing, this soft pressing of the lips, something they had swornto keep between themselves. It had been Kitty's suggestion, made somemonths before when she first started Crossing Over. Much to hersurprise, the others had agreed without comment, as if kissing theirbest friend was the most natural thing in the world.Which, of course, it was.The. Wachiwi and I stumbled with communication and I realized that I needed to learn her language. I was more dominant and stronger-will than she, but if communication was to occur with these people, I was not going to school them in my language. I was never thought to be good with languages, but it was something that I was now constantly exposed to. Our ability to communicate, beyond hand signals, grew steadily. At first, it was just a significant word or two, but the number of words and action.