>mmph, gulp< "But mistress..." Sweetcheeks asked between bites.  "I thought you didn't like ...digesting...women?" >glomph, slurp<<br/><br/>>crunchcrunch, gulp<  "That's live women.  You were bred from sacrifices brought to Hell.  These are the spirits of the damned, suffering their eternal torments" >glomph, crunchcrunchcrunch<, Al replied.<br/><br/>gulp "How do you know they're not real?" asked Sweetcheeks.  Al simply waved her four foot long hairless tail under Sweetcheeks nose and raised an eyebrow in reply.  "Oh.  Never mind" >glomph, slurp< said Sweetcheeks.<br/><br/>MMph, gulp.  "Time to share", said Al.  "Move this way, now that way, press them together.  Perfect."  The two women stood face to face, the glorious globes of their breasts pressed firmly together.  "You should have spoken up when we ordered Cadis.  I thought you were asleep.  But you know we'll share."  With that Al took two spoonfuls of her ice cream and put one at the top of each breast, under the collar bone.  Catching on, Sweetcheeks did the same and the melting ice cream dripped toward Cadis's waiting ooze.  The girls squealed at the frigid confection on their breasts, and kept eating.  Frantically, the Koonago tried to climb Al's slippery breasts to escape certain doom in Cadis's food vacuoles.<br/><br/>The damned watching their image in the sky moaned in agony of wanting ice cream and watching someone else eat it.<br/><br/>((I edited my post from the previous page for more detail))