The two older women looked at Persephone and Laz going at it and couldn't help but be a bit shocked.
"Well... that's surprising..." Pooja said.
"I didn't think that was possible," Hera responded.
"She's quite flexible. Kind of reminds me of one of those uh... what's it called? It was like... fluffy and salty. I don't know where we had it but it was tasty."
"Cotton candy?"
"No. It was salty, not sweet. And it was brownish in color... and it was like baked?"
"Oh. Yeah. Right. I don't remember either, but yeah. I see what you mean. Her body looks like that thing right now with her legs behind her head."
"And he's just lifting her straight up like she weighs nothing."
"Remember those days?"
"Shut up. We didn't gain any weight. And I could do that..."
"Let me see you reach your legs behind your head and we'll talk."
"Oh.... looks like she likes it in both holes just like her mommy."
"I'm going to slap you."
"Promises, promises."
