<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Once they were both inside, she tossed her jacket on the couch and stretched. "Excuse the mess, wasn't expecting company...or company with standards, anyway."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I think I've just been insulated... insulted!" giggled Ptricia.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>She grinned, walking over to the sphinx and giving her a slurp across the face. "Mmm. Just a hint of alcohol." She smirked, swaying over towards her bedroom. "I'll be waiting..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia kicled off her boots, then stripped her jeans and t-shirt, leaving only her underwear on, and followed through to the bedroom. "My grandma! What big teeth you have! I assume we're on the same page, and some vore and snuggling are on the menu? I'm good for that, but I have an idea to make it more interesting. We each take turns, and the one who comes up with the most original vore idea wins. The forfeit will be buying the drinks next time."