Camelia's whispers DID go unnoticed.  Izzy was so caught up in her day dream,  super imposing the thoughts of pleasure the two were experiencing with Cammy and her self,...all sweaty..and..nude and writhing and ... wait was that a moan?<br/>Izzy narrows her eyes..it didn't sound muffled like in the rest of the moans did. She clasps her hand over her mouth, thinking the moan was from her own lips...until she hears it again.<br/><br/>Izzy's head jerks downwards, her eyes go wide in<i>-terror- </i>as she notices she's inadvertently grinding her sex against Camelias face...<span style="color: olive">"YAHGAr..BLAemmebble pants!" </span>She yelps incoherently, her voice , mind and tongue betraying her all at once. The cursed things,  she'd deal with them later.<br/><br/>Before she knows it , she's lost her balance, and is headed downwards, directly atop of Cammy.  She lands with a thud on top of the tattooed lady , slamming both their bodies together from the impact of the fall.  As they lay in the tall grass, it takes Izzy a second to remember how to speak properly.  She's panting, gasping for breath as she finds her self resting atop her friend, it takes a moment to register that Camelia is panting right along with her. She finds her self staring into the tattooed woman's eyes, narrowing them thoughtfully between gasps. She becomes lost, the raw sexuality coupled by the proximity and inadvertent face-humping...mixed with a shot of the greenest pair of eyes she's ever seen...she starts to tumble dangerously close to the 'edge'.   Cammy's so close..she can feel the girls breath on her . So many temptations all at once...read her mind..kiss her...read her mind first...then based on the results kiss her...<br/><br/>Her bottom lip trembles a bit as if she wants to say something..but the words keep running away just as she almost happens upon them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>