Mihoshi happily skipped along for no apparent reason. Ayeka and Ryoko were out in the carrot patch because of last night’s fight that broke the dinning room table. Yosho had found both girls lounging around the house, seeing that they weren’t doing anything proactive, he started them on some work outside. The official tally of carrots they had to pick to make up for the broken table was about all of the currant harvest, apparently carrots were selling for dirt-cheap these days.
“It’s so beautiful today. Don’t you agree Kiyone?” Mihoshi asked the tiny woman in-between her boobs. Of coarse Kiyone didn’t know how the day was because all she had seen this entirely afternoon was the sweaty boob flesh of Mihoshi. Covered in the combined sweat of her own body and Mihoshi, Kiyone was becoming faint from dehydration. It was like a broiler between Mihoshi’s breasts and the way they smacked together around her when Mihoshi skipped wasn’t making things. Every time Mihoshi came down the big full boobs would smack together, Mashing Kiyone into the malleable fat. Also there was the smell, oh good the smell. Not many people know this about Mihoshi, but her skin secretes a very sweet smelling sweat that can be over powering up close. It was original used by her species to attract males. A women would grab a man and push their heads into there armpits. If the man liked the smell, they mated. A basic biology fact from Mihoshi’s home planet. Sadly, Mihoshi failed biology twice.
“Oh, the smell,” Kiyone whined as she tried to wipe the sweat from her eyes and only managed to swallow a mouthful of the stuff. The high pheromone mixture in the sweat was doing horrible things to her body in way of making her feel very pleasurable, too pleasurable. Her nipples were hard and her sex ached, she was a boiling pot of hormones waiting to spill over, but she refused to act upon the lusty feelings in her body. She would not be reduced to a sex lusting freak by way of the world’s most stupidest blond. She had known about the pheromones in the sweat for years now, it was the entire reason for getting such a powerful air conditioner on the ship. Through all the years with Mihoshi, Kiyone was subjected to the lust driven sweat the most out of anyone Mihoshi knew. Kiyone knew it made her lust over the blonde-haired woman, but she refused to be anything but a detective partner to Mihoshi. She could never have any other relationship with the woman simply because she was so stupid and immature. If anyone mentioned the old saying that opposites attract to Kiyone, that person usually ended up with a black eye.
“Hi ya Sasami,” Mihoshi waved to the younger girl who was walking away in a towel, dripping water as she went. She seemed to be preoccupied, but Mihoshi didn’t give it much thought, she didn’t give much thought to a lot. Mihoshi stepped on the puddle left by Sasami and without delay feel back hard. The sudden jolt, nudged Kiyone from between the breast and as she fell, she grabbed the first thing that she could reach, which was Mihoshi’s waistband. She pulled herself up and sat on the edge of Mihoshi’s pants and it was then that Mihoshi got back up and Kiyone fell again, only this time into Mihoshi’s pants. She fell down until her body landed in the parachute like cloth at the bottom of Mihoshi’s panties. Kiyone gapped at the door-sized sex that was shining behind a bush of golden hair. It’s pink interior could be seen and to Kiyone’s over horny mind, it was beautiful.