I can’t keep from touching them, feeling the cool silk against my back and legs warm up with my body heat. He pulls a chair up to the front of the ...bed and straddles it. ‘I want you to touch yourself for me, please.’ I swallow and nod, debating whether or not to take off my panties, but decide to leave them on. I push the lace crotch to one side exposing my hairless mound and place three fingers flat against it and begin to slowly rub in small circles. At first I close my eyes and try to think. I also took the liberty of dimming the environmental sounds as well but I could let more of it seep through if you would like that. This, dear Hilderich, is what I've affectionately come to call the Den. Busy buggers the lot of them, aren't they?"The machine swooped down a small ramp that moments before was not there and was now steering them down a wide spiraling road that seemed to corkscrew around a tower whose top seemed to be perpetually devoured by the darkness of the ceiling. Dim stripes. .. I..." I think he's afraid, and maybe I am too," the female warrior says."Afraid of what?" He thinks I'll laugh at him or something. And I think I won't please him as well." Your lust for each other will end your love and, most importantly, your friendship," Salomé guesses."Yes," both youngsters respond breathlessly, less from the running than the speaking aloud of their deep concerns."But what if you had some training, like training to be great warriors? What if great lovers, with experience. I sat up. Her lips found mine once again. This time much firmer, but still silky soft. She kissed and our tongues danced to their own beat. Her hands found my breasts and softly squeezed then her hand slid up under my shirt taking my breasts out of my bra. Her fingers worked my nipples until they were hard as pebbles and aching. Softer than any man had ever touched. She made me crave her touch more and more with every passing second. Her kiss found its way to my neck then back to my mouth.