But up top, Tiff's had gone from cupping to digging for Kate's heart. The web had been pushed too far, done too much, the hand between her cleavage, the true tarantula, struck, grabbing with such force Kate could feel its vibrations of its trembling effort. The other hand bucked under the force bouncing from the left to right.
Something entirely new was happening and she'd no idea what to do when a voice broke the game, flipping the board over and pushing Tiffany's hand away, unfortunately the push was downwards.
It rather sadly, provided that answers a lot of questions she'd never thought to ask, such as:
What an alien arm banging around her boobs felt like.
The answer? Undefinable.
The amount of space away from the centre of her chest her boobs could bounce? Apparently, a lot.
If she had the chest space to implant a third boob?
Why yes, yes she did.
Whether not she could host an arm-wrestling match on her chest and what it would feel like. Yes, she could and… Undefinable.
What confused horniness felt like?
Mortifying and marvellous.
Tiffany had decided to get serious? Kate didn't know, it seemed so because Tiff's wayward elbow dragged a line down her torso, hooking her waistband and her pants were down in the front exposing hidden forest. Dense thickets exposed to daylight. The pair of fighters were starting to engulf her with smells sensations and weights. Tiffany's elbow, which was bare, should have noticed what it was doing but hadn't and like a tractor in a wheat field was ploughing it way through to new territories.
Then it was gone.
"Okay Tiff, that's enough of that." Gen demanded, pulling Kate away from Tiffany, all hands splitting from her.
It left dents in her mind like the shell of a car after a destruction derby.
She was a mess.
"Enough of what Genevieve?" Tiffany asked.
"You know exactly what. Stop taking advantage."
"I am not." Tiffany said affronted.
"Send me the message where you asked. No reply needed. I'll wait."
Tiff said nothing as all three girls sat up, facing each other. Kate was still groggy because the others were a blur, her never realizing she'd been half asleep the whole time.
"No?" Gen asked, savouring how right she was, sticking the knife in and wiggling it around the wound.
"Is that why it smells like sex?" Eric grumbled.
"Urg!" Kate cried out, covering her face by no choice of her own.
She'd rather be tazed than be in that moment.
"Yes," Tiff sniffed dismissively. "That's me, want a whiff?"
"It's my car Tiff, I'll be having a whiff for days after you're gone." Eric sighed.
"Then thank me." Tiffany said, spreading her knees and rubbing herself back and forth against the soft cushioning, Kate couldn't see, but could imagine.
Eric shoved Tiff's waist. She was blasted to the side like she'd been shot by a double barrel shotgun. Tiff screamed. She grabbed Gen to keep from flying through a window. Gen was still holding onto her so she was dragged by her top away into the far door where Gen fell into the leg rest, she sunk like she had fallen into the hole. It meant all of them falling. Luckily Tiff was closer to Gen leaving them to fall, without her.