.”“I enjoy your company, Tilda.”“Me too,” she grinned.She blushed passing through the deli, especially when we walked by my wives’ table a...d Helena winked. We ended up at a small table as close to the edge as possible. The one at the edge, next to us, Nick and the ex-ambassador sat.“So?” asked Nick.“The Sherry Netherland,” said Tilda.“Good choice.”“The travel program is amazing,” I said to him. “It seemed to focus on the information we would need.”“Thanks,” said Tilda.“You created it?” I said.. That was a good enough confirmation, especially as my blobs now had more output than I was ever likely to use.The maximum number of sight sources we could operate was still two. We had been sure it would be, but we still thought, #All: The basic tests over with, and being fairly happy that we hadn't gone insane or our brain exploded under the load, we finished making the drinks and took them to the girls.#63: "We thought you'd forgotten," joked Julia, knowing what my memory is like."Sorry, I. "How do you feel Frankie?" Cameron asked the woman who was staring downat her breasts with a ferocious looking grin on her face. Cameronsmiled at that look of surprise. They'd never practiced with actuallyusing the device. He wanted that look of surprise. Spectacle, it wasall about spectacle."Fantastic! I have tits!" Frankie shouted in a high pitched voice andcupped them through her shirt. The audience laughed. It was a classicchange, but it was funny every time. "Oh wow, my voice!" she. Helen sat upright as I began gently kneading her back with my fingers, and as I leaned forward slightly I could see the tops of her breasts jutting out in front of her.They looked perfect: round, soft, tender, big and full.Like the rest of her skin they were coloured perfect milky white - something I much prefer to sun-tanned skin.I worked away at her back to her quiet enjoyment; she made very small sounds akin to purring or mewing which I could just discern despite the hum of the oven behind.