He was desperately trying to ignore those playful little ringlets dancing at the edges of his vision.The torture of being alone with his new body was ...ercifully ended with Veronica's entrance (he had hoped he wouldn't have to see Darren ? or his wife, at least not till he had regained some of his faculties). She helped him dress while he blurted out scared questions, his odd little voice still making him feel there was someone else in the room. She answered with non-committal, but comforting. "Beautiful!" Phil cried.She felt the skirt lifted to her waist, hung there, then fingertips tracing the forms of her cheeks and Phil's warm breath fanning them."Pearly," he said. "Like two full moons. You ready, Susie?" Yes-s!" she said, her voice hissing, quite strangely excited, gasping when a wet lash laid a cool streak on her right cheek. It ended in a light suction, which remained for a moment, followed by a gentle nibbling.She closed her eyes.Phil's lips wandered across her cleft to the. They all seemed to be speaking different languages.I spoke to a few of them who walked past, "How long was the trip?" "Are you glad to be here?" general questions like that.They were not very impressed by my presence and gave me vague simple answers, but most of them seemed to understand English.Other brown men who had not been on the boat showed up to greet them. They directed the new arrivals towards a large metal building 100 yards or so from the beach. I joined them.Once inside, I realized. They all noticed that my nipples were poking prominently through the material of my t-shirt, resulting in a couple of bulges beginning to show in their shorts.I was sitting in the floor cross-legged and my shorts were now simply riding up the inside of my thighs. They were loose enough that a couple of the guys could clearly see my pussy lips peeking out from behind the material of the loose crotch. The others could tell that I was not wearing panties. The bulges in their shorts were getting.