Hourglass Inflation

Scott kissed Beth full on the mouth and held it there. She responded and her kiss turned into a nibble and light tug on his lower lip. He stretched his arms around her generous hips, kneading handfuls of the softness on her backside. They held each other closely, and where they touched one another it was warm and promise filled. There was a tug from the collective rubbing of denim on denim in their pelvic regions. Scott thought of that as good friction.

It was the first thing they always did after he pulled into the gravel driveway and she opened the porch door.

A young girl has a special power over her body. And she loves to amuse herself with it.

“Control, this is the lab. We have a problem.”

The administrator frowned and stabbed the intercom button. “I don’t like problems.”

“I know,” replied the intercom nervously. “But we’re seeing some unexpected results from batch A23 on subjects. Please, check the cam feed on 14…right away.”