Initially, I planned to respond, but sensing her desire to speak further, I chose to remain silent and listen.

"But if all the rumours I've heard about you are true," she began, shaking her head slowly from side to side, "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." With that, she refocused her curious gaze on me.

Earlier, I mentioned my tendency to keep to myself, which meant that the juicy bits of gossip circulating about me rarely reached my ears. So when the opportunity presented itself, I couldn't help but ask, "I'm genuinely curious, what sort of things have you heard about me?".

Perhaps it was because I had piqued her interest, or the way my eyes held hers with unwavering attention, but as soon as I asked her about the rumours, she began to speak eagerly. "Well," she said, her voice laced with intrigue, "Aside from my own observations, it's pretty clear that you don't care about fame or superficial beauty. If you did, you wouldn't have forgotten my name so easily or ignored the whispers behind your back. Moreover, given the company you keep, my judgment is likely correct." She quickly added, "Oh, and by the way, my name is Tala. Don't forget it, or you'll come off as quite impolite."

Although her words didn't strike a nerve with me, I could tell that they had an impact on someone nearby, prompting them to give us some space.

Reacting quickly, I wrapped my arm around her waist and gave her a stern look, before refocusing my gaze back on Tala. Her poise and mannerisms suggested that I had made the right choice in not approaching her before, as she would have likely assumed I was drawn to her solely for her stunning looks and her father's position of power, which would have been a foolish move.

Despite the slight tension in the air, I nodded in agreement and spoke, "Well, I am sure that I won't forget it this time around." With that, I began to ask her some simple questions related to our generation and about herself. She answered thoughtfully, all while resting her naked body on my chest, while my exposed foreskin slightly grazed her skin as we walked forward.

Our conversation was brief, lasting only ten minutes, before I felt compelled to let my fingers do the talking as we silently continued forward. With a soft touch, I wrapped my hand around her waist, relishing in the sensation of her warmth against my skin. As we walked, I trailed my fingers along the curve of her hips, indulging in the thrill of the moment. Without hesitation, I explored further, my fingertips delicately tracing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

As I looked down, I caught her stealing a glance at my hand resting on her thigh. Meeting my gaze, she held my stare for a moment before returning her focus to the path ahead. Her indifference which was long anticipated only fueled my desire to keep exploring, and I relished in the sensation of her pussy lips against my fingers as we continued our trek in silence.

Her pace began to slow down as my touch grew more intense, and with a sudden halt, she gasped as my index finger finally penetrated her inner walls. Looking down at my hand, a deep frown etched across her face as she turned to me and demanded to know, "What are you doing?".

I was already ready with a witty response when suddenly Ursa chimed in, breaking the tension in the air. "Don't worry," she said with a smile, 'that's just how he behaves. He likes to stay silent while he grabs someone's buttocks or strokes their vagina." She pointed to her own backside, adding, "Look, he's even moulding mine right now."

I smiled internally at her words before continuing to indulge in the sweet sensation of Ursa's growing buttocks. I used my other hand to mould her ass cheeks while Tala turned to look behind us, confirming what my hands were doing. She then rested her body back against mine.

Tala suddenly posed a question to Ursa, "Does he do this all the time?" I watched as Ursa nodded eagerly, a bright smile on her face. 'Yes,' she replied, "Although it may feel uncomfortable at first, I can guarantee that you will eventually start to enjoy it."

My internal smile widened as I observed Ursa becoming more comfortable conversing with Tala. This was part of the reason why I introduced Ursa in the first place - to help her become more at ease around new people. Another reason was so that I could focus on deepening my relationship with Tala, without the pressure of entertaining her all the time.

Finally, with my undivided attention focused on her pink hole, I plunged another finger into her pussy, relishing in the feeling of her inner walls gripping my fingers. The first finger went even deeper, stirring her from a weird yet satisfying angle that made her moan in pleasure.

"But even if... ahh!" Tala suddenly gasped out loud, her legs clenching tightly around my hand, trapping it between her inner thighs as she struggled to catch her breath. The sensation of her grip on me was electrifying, causing my penis to suddenly harden and peek out of my tulga.

"You see..." Ursa suddenly said, a cheeky smile spreading across her face. She seemed clearly pleased that I had managed to bring Tala pleasure with just a few strokes of my hand on her vagina - something that Ursa herself was intimately familiar with.

"How does it feel, Tala?" Ursa continued, her voice laced with patience as she waited for Tala's response. "After a while, it feels amazing, doesn't it?"

Nonetheless, after some exploration, I finally found the most effective spot inside Tala's fleshy walls. I settled my fingers into the perfect position and began to stroke that area, plunging my fingers in and out as Tala attempted to reply.

"Mnh~~ Yes, you're right..." Tala furrowed her brows together and added, "The discomfort... uhh~~"

In a matter of minutes, I could feel Tala's vagina beginning to get wet as our walking speed drastically decreased. Gorg overtook us, but he seemed more lost in his thoughts than embarrassed as his eyes swept past all three of us, with a nonchalant gaze at my actions before he went to the front.