”“Yes,” she said, feeling even more relaxed with him, “Momma of your pal Sparky.”She was silent again then for many minutes. It was not anyt...hing really new for Allura. With friends, mainly girls, she was out-going and active but in such situations as this, with a guy, she more than often simply froze with little or nothing to say. She realized that it was causing her reticence right then.He smiled at her and said, softly: “Allura, is anything wrong? I don’t want to intrude if you’d really. It could have been coincidence though. Experiment inconclusive. As Maya renewed her attempts at dual gratification, Sue’s mind kept working. If Maya’s tattoos indicated she was marked as a slave, then who was she a slave to? Her first thought was that she would be a slave to the Nuymean gods. That would be the expected context with most ancient cultures. The Nuymeans were definitely unconventional, though, so it could mean something else. Maya had responded to her wishes, but not all of them.. We had been friends and stayed over on alternate weekends, and all we did was get naked and rub our bodies together and of course finger ourselves, with some pretty amazing results.Our gradual evolutionary climb to using hairbrushes and drawing implements, like pens and markers, fell by the wayside due to their inflexible hardness and both our mothers had hidden their toys, so we were left to improvise, with naughty thoughts, and carrots and parsnips, but only after the canned variety were. But it wasn't like I'd wasted the day. Hell, I had a whole new chapter in my Memory Book. Maybe I'd have to start a whole new book!I kept my eye out and, sure enough, both girls were picked up that evening by separate guys in separate cars. The guys (this time, I was peeking through the blinds in my front window) looked well-dressed and cool and all grown up. They drove decent cars. Crap! I was hoping they'd both be hopeless losers, so that I might more easily steal the affections of one (or.