What had started delicately and slowly became frenzied. Her clothes disappeared over the side of the bed and I found my head between her thighs, my to...ngue lapping at her as a cat licks a bowl, curling, pulling her viscous juices into my mouth, savouring her. Then we were pussy to pussy, her hands on my shoulders – a position I had discovered she favoured. Our eyes were locked on each other and our hips moved in symmetry. She pushed, circled, leant in to kiss me hungrily, made soft mewing noises. What, she wondered, could the boy be able to suck on that had any comparable substance?The grandmother reached down to pull Erika's legs apart so she could look to see what Erik could possibly be sucking on. She practically had to get in the playpen in order to get a good look since the little girl was on top of the boy. In fact, she finally had to do that. What she saw astounded her. That little Erika had a clitoris that looked like it was almost a half inch in length. That included the taut. You shouldn't trust anybody, retorted her mind. Like him, if you must, but trust hurts so much more.She set the pillow aside and stood from the bed. Sawyer was either online or pretending to be.The bathroom was as bleak as ever. She wondered how he was going to explain the mess to his mother.In the mirror, a girl stared back without expression. Renee tilted her face side to side, expecting there to be some outward sign of the emotions churning within here, or some bruising ... but there was. "An escaped spore is a dead spore, or so they tell me," he explained. "Even the soils are different, too different. It's something to do with concentration of minerals, and I haven't gone into detail with the biologists about it, but they say they're sure. They've learned how to manufacture Eden soil, it's why the plant samples we brought back, or their descendants, are still alive, but it doesn't occur naturally here. Even so, you've hit on a big reason SES won't even think about it," he added.