Just my consciousness shutting down to spare me the trauma of an agonisinglast few moments of existence.When my vision clears...I raise my hands from ...he blanket. My fingers are pale, delicate andcovered in tiny freckles. My palms are softer, my wrists slimmer than theywere before the weird experience the blonde put me through.But that's nothing.Because I don't need to undo the buttons of my pyjama top to see that I'vegot breasts.And my hand doesn't have to explore my groin to confirm the fact. I didn't let her go at first, but then gradually let her slip through my heels. She turned to Emma, who was standing there with wide eyes."I don't know," said Emma, frowning, obviously aware she was being given a turn ... if she wanted it."Then don't do it," I said, closing my legs. "Don't ever do anything until you know you're ready."When the safety level is increased ... or appears to increase ... people are willing to take more risk."Well ... maybe a little," she said.I opened my legs and. " You sure?" Nabisha asked with a moan, her friend really giving her pleasure she hadn't known existed... Nabisha had only masturbated twice in her life, and both times she'd quit before finishing, because she felt awkward doing it."It's the least I can do," Crystal said, putting on her heels. "Plus, he's my brother, so he owes me." Thank you." Nabisha offered, meaning not just for the card, but for everything."You're most welcome," Crystal smiled. "It was a pleasure." I hope you mean. When she winced, I backed off a bit, realizing I was using too much strength. “I’m sorry, Wendy…” I muttered. “I hope I haven’t hurt you.”She smiled, and showed teeth that could blind welding goggles. “Naw, Ah’m fine… Buut thank yew fer bein’ so kahnd!” She replied as we broke the shake.“I’m just going to collect the stuff she asked for, and then I’ll be out of your way…” Then a blinding flash of inspiration hit me. Or maybe it was Van’s poking me in the ribs again. “Unless maybe you would like.