I knew of no reason why a sight blob couldn't see in every direction at once (admittedly, I didn't know how they saw at all). My immediate thought was...that seeing in a sphere would be impossibly confusing, and that too many things would become too small to see clearly because all the extra field of view would cause a great deal of compaction. But then I realized that we probably see nearly half a sphere already. A field of vision that was 180 degrees left to right, and top to bottom, would be. Between nuzzling her neck and fondling these massive warm breasts, there is little room left for deductive reasoning. Whether simply a case of my ‘making hay while the sun shines’, or the lady is impelled by forces outside of her control, it just seems to me that her body language is urging me onto even greater daring. Not by the spoken word of course – we have not exchanged so much as a ‘hello’, but simply the way she is pressing herself up against me. Working undercover I tunnel south. Amber tugged on my leash and brought me into the main area. Here, a cocktail party was commencing. There were several men, and a few women sipping drinks and eating snacks. It was like any other party except for a couple of "service girls" like me walking around, refilling drinks and such. It looked like I was the only transgender girl in the bunch though. Once in a while, I would see one or two guys walk off with one of the service girls and go into another room. I wondered what was going on. Jason pulled Melanie into a hug and kissed her shoulder. ‘Okay, this is one sight I could live without seeing,’ Jack said from the doorway. Melanie gasped and made a mad dash for the blankets. Jason growled but covered up. ‘Dad, what the hell are you doing here?’ Melanie asked breathless. Jack shook his and suppressed a sigh. ‘Your sister is missing,’ Jack answered. ‘I thought maybe she’d come here,’ he added. Melanie ran one of her hands through her hair. ‘We just got back about,’ Melanie.