"My surface emotions are still telling me that this is crazy, like some kind of a fever dream, and I'm scared to death. Intellectually, I recognize so...me truth, hell, a lot of truth, in what you're saying. But deep down..." he took a deep breath, "In my heart, I trust you. You both were in on the music thing, whole heartedly, and it's my field, and I know it's right for us. I'm in on what you're proposing, all the way, because I know this is your field of expertise, and I think you know what. "Kelly bagan moving slowly. She moved slowly up and down the full length of his shaft, letting him almost come out of her and then impaling herself once more on the stake. Always very slowly so she could savor the feeling of the cock moving inside of her. The pleasure was intense. She kissed Mr. Thomas. She placed his hands on her chest and thrilled to the feel of his strong hands on her soft delicate breasts. Kelly became lost in time with the intensity of the pleasure. The knock on the door. ” Anger flared in me, burning hot, fueled by the image of Katriana and our parents choking in the fire, the flames devouring their flesh. “We can’t let her know about us. She won’t understand.”“I think she would,” Zanyia said, ears twitching above her tawny hair. “I like her.”“You do?” I asked, hugging the lamia from behind, rubbing my round breasts in to her back. Her tail swished between my thighs. When it brushed the lips of my pussy, Zanyia squirmed and, deliberately, rubbed the bristling. She didn't know how she would be able to bring herself to spread her most private openings for display of any kind. Keeping her legs spread was one thing; she was already doing it willingly without instruction."Many other positions." She thought and again wondered how well she would do under his control. Yet it was all-thrilling, her heart pounded in her chest as her imagination began to hypothesize what positions she would be made to take. Then there were the possible positions of her body.