Sometimes ignorance is bliss, which surely in this case it was. Wasting no time, Oba felt her own blood blasting everywhere in her body, especially in her brain. She leered at the ghostly colored girl beginning to wind up again as she had with Mal earlier, which Oba had witnessed, No doubt, the girl was insatiable as she smiled as Mandal’s mind sparked and flamed in her whacked out cerebellum as she did.
Turn the key, fire it up, as Oba began again. Instead of backing away from Oba’s thrusts with her fingers, Mandal began to match each push with one of her own. Her eyelids kept sweeping on and off like one of those submarine guys blinking a hidden code to a pal ashore. Revolving her fingers this way and that and touching some new places that even Mal had missed on his first swing around t
