She held me tightly for a couple of minutes and then I began caressing her hair and kissing her forehead and closed eyes.I kissed her perky little nos..., then across her cheek to her right ear, kissing and licking it as far down into it as I could get my tongue, then sucking her ear lobe and kissing and licking behind her ear. I got little trembles and yelping sounds in several places, which I duly noted for the future.I then went for her neck, testing and finding all of its most sensitive. Okay, I wasn't quite Lord Greystoke. I wasn't British, I'm not noble, and I was both unarmed and unclothed. Tarzan wore a loincloth to demonstrate his superiority to beasts. When interacting with my menagerie I was routinely nude—call it slumming if you will, but the animals appreciated it. I was also physically perfect courtesy of nanites and regular trips to the medtube. I was a trained and experienced warrior with cat-quick reflexes. Spots was basically still a wild jaguar. Svetlana had been. After he'd finished my medical and told me that I would safely live until next year's check-up — and the exorbitant payment he'd get for doing it - he asked me if I would mind having a little chat about the family's health. I thought he meant the children, so I said of course I wouldn't mind; but it soon became apparent that he wanted to talk about Vivian.I had little or no interest in Vivian or her health by then, - except for the fact that the children lived with her and I was about to tell. A few times when Blondie lifted her tube top to flash a bead giver, one or more sets of hands would start cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, she loved it, the feeling of complete strangers hands roaming over her tits was really turning her on. Rita was even more wild, not only was she flashing guys, she would flip up her skirt and flash her freshly shaved pussy at them also. She was having the same thing happen to her as Blondie was, guys would be groping her breasts and every now.