<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla blinked at what he said, before curling closer still to him.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I… I see…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> the fact that he’d still been holding back of course sparked the thought of how far she might be able to get him to take her. She wanted to try rather badly, but her brother was right. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“We…. should save that conversation for another time…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she answered, shifting her body so his leg was no longer pressed against her still sensitive slit. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“My brother is awake…. And with his professor… probably shouldn’t traumatize either of them with that…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she stopped, before getting a semi serious look on her face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “And it would put us at risk of betraying our little secret.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">  but she filed the information away for later. </span>