The warm palm of Emma's hand being placed on Heather's shoulder stopped her dead in her tracks.  After a moment of thought, her hormones seemed to have been getting the best of her.  Why was she not running?  Was she really going to go through with this?  What if they got caught?  ...What if someone else walked in?<br/><br/>All these questions raced through her mind, as she turned around, her innocent eyes peering into Emma's.<br/><br/>"Promise not to tell anyone?"  Her eyes darted down to the the pulsing shaft attached to the sexy purple haired girl infront of her.  "...It looks like you're almost ready to pop."  Still blushing, she gently reached out a finger and ran it up the thick shaft, from her balls all the way to the glans, getting some pre-cum on the tip of her finger.  Looking behind her first, she brought the finger up to her lips and inserted int into her mouth.  "Mmm.."