Clare giggled feeling that groping hand, returning the favor caressing that soft plump rear of Alma's ass, squeezing down upon her plush cheek firmly, squeezing the warm flesh between her warm digits as her nails dug in slightly, "Hmm, smells like something . . . Male maybe . . . Something attempting to attract preds maybe? . . . But I don't know" Clare replied, looking about the new scenery, appearing to me more interested in it.