Terri was as giddy as a schoolgirl. She didn't know what she had 'stumbled' in on, and she was pretty sure that she should have been angry about it. She could only guess how absolutely furious Lynn would have been if she could see what Terri was seeing, but Lynn wasn't here. For the moment, trapped in the crawlspace as she sort-of was, Terri indulged herself in more ways than one and stared down at the D.D.'s as Saki tried to resist Kiona's drawing ever-closer.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Saki said, but the tremor in her voice told Terri that she had to know exactly what Kiona meant. No one was ever confused about what Kiona had in mind.
"Yes you do," Kiona said. She was practically on top of Saki now, so much taller than her, staring down at the other cosplayer. Her hand brushed against Saki's hair-- really, her wig-- and Terri saw a shiver pass over her, plain as day.
"N-n-n-n-" Saki began to contradict Kiona, but it was too late.
"You want me to help you?" Kiona whispered in her ear. "You'll have to make sure I'm satisfied first." Her tender hand had become a claw. Terri hadn't noticed it, but it had drifted down to Saki's ass, groping it with all of her strength.
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