As the blasting cap in her left hand vanished, her left breast quivered and expanded slightly to accommodate its presence. ‘I thought this was just a bad headache! Am I making any sense at all?”
‘This conversation is getting really weird…’
“Yeah, I guess,” Beth said, philosophically. Béla’s pussy quivered with desire as her sister’s orgasm swept through her. ‘Me, too!’
“Next subject: Why did you haul all these guns here?” Béla asked. It thudded heavily into Beth’s breastbone, knocking her backward onto the ground. She was suddenly so horny her legs wobbled. ‘That calculates out to fourteen boxes of blasting caps, Darling,’ Beth said in her mind. As her eyes focused, she recognized the sun crystal embedded in the roof of the arborium. Instead, as Béla’s hand smashed into Beth’s tit, Beth was sticking that same knife into Béla’s soft belly, just below her navel.
