Their lips slowly parted, aching in anticipation of their next meeting yet the thought of hot, melty cheese dribbling down the back of their throats was beginning to get unbearable.
Shmayne carefully set her smoldering contact lenses down and promptly marched over to Shmenda and greeted her in the usual fashion, a long passionate kiss firmly on the lips, with just a hint of a tongue flicker.
Tro.. er... Shmroy was feeling very melancholy. He Slumped over upon his gold throne, his crown feeling very heavy for his favorite daughter was to be wed today.
The crouton must have used more mental power this time as Shmenda's horse heard it which sent the beautiful beast in to a frenzy. Earlier in the week Shmenda had fired the stable boy Shmstrbeau for sexually molesting a pony.
Which confused Shmenda. She couldn't make out any trace of a mouth below the very large, beautiful brown eyes. Then it hit her like a sledgehammer in her sharp skull. Telethapy!
She gently rubbed the soreness away almost unconsciously as she always did after a long, bareback ride all the while cautiously moving closer to the giant piece of dried bread.