Audrey got up to dance with some other guy who'd come in after they did, and I deliberately, though nonchalantly avoided them. The next dance was slow... and Embeth and I kind of lost ourselves as we moved to the slow rhythm of the music. I briefly noticed Audrey doing the same with her partner, but I did see them whispering something to each other."This is real nice," said Embeth, pretty much voicing my own opinion, and then I felt her breath as she leaned in close and whispered naughty nothings. After some time spent caressing one another's bodies, Nalirra tipped Bortal over onto his back, and lay down gently on top of him, her breasts pressing into his firmly muscled chest, her thighs avoiding his erection for the moment. Returning her mouth to his, they resumed the discussion their tongues were having.The people weren't psychic, but they were something similar. An unexpected side effect of the engineering miracle that produced the tribe was an undocumented and unexplainable empathy. They looked like little boys awaiting a piece of birthday cake. Well, she ran her hands over her slender athletic body, they were about to get a piece of something alright.Dropping to her knees between the two pairs of outstretched legs, she leaned forward. Taking a deep breath and with a grin on her face that went from ear to ear, she reached out and firmly grasped both guys right between their legs.The result was everything she could have hoped for. Both sets of eyes popped open in surprise.. As had been the case at the start of mytransition, my nipples often hurt even when just brushed against. OnlyMustafa's kisses could soothe such discomfort. At the end of the fourthmonth into my transition, he had spent words of admiration for my veryproportioned breasts, tasting and looking absolute female in every detail.He had called them "perfect" and desired that they would always remainlike that. But Mustapha knew all too well I wasn't going to content myselfwith average breasts. One day.