Amita looked away for a brief moment before her eyes were drawn back to mine. Okxxx Erica had grabbed her cellphone and was fiddling with it, her shaking fingers unable to unlock her home screen. “I bet he doesn’t object,” sighed Amita. and when she bent over to pick up her shopping bags she “accidentally” ground her ass against my crotch. This whole ‘forget the Progenitor’ instinct is why there’s no historical record of a Progenitor, even though I’m the 20th one so far.”
Amita leaned forward and picked up one of her eggs, peering at its firm but pliant leathery shell. The weight of both girls’ shopping bags in my hands was actually refreshing. Erica pressed herself up against me eagerly, while Amita seemed a little more reserved, hovering just a
