It felt so soft and perfect. I could feel her nipples hard through the shirt so I ran my fingers over them, teasing them.She took a deep breath and cl...sed her eyes. I decided to take my time and enjoy myself. I caressed her breasts all over, ran my fingers, tracing around them, the side, under and in between and moved my hand over to the next one. I was on my side for the best view and I took my time squeezing, pinching and pulling on them. She was loving every moment of it. All this was still. Even the adults have tried to avoid it since they cleaned it out." At least we'll have plenty of peace and quiet. Speaking of kids, how arethey holding up?" Allison sighed and and crossed her arms over her chest."Oh, you know. Jeff is still moping around. He won't even unpack histhings, he just lays around texting his old friends. Ellen and Marshallare taking it pretty well, and Marcus... well, he doesn't seem upset aboutit but he doesn't seem too happy either. You know how hard it is to gethim. When their appearances changed, they became hyper-sexualized fantasy versions of themselves. My mother still had oversized breasts, if not quite like before, and the swell of her hips and thighs was still anything but modest. But most of her bulk had vanished, particularly from places where it would not have been desirable. Her extreme hourglass figure was almost cartoonish. I'd once read that men were most attracted to women with a waist-to-hip ratio of about 0.7. If this version of my mother. She may not be the absolute most desirable female in the tribe, especially today, when the tribe is almost infinite in size. He will always encounter another that he considers more desirable, but he decides that she is the one that he will be satisfied with indefinitely."The woman also makes a compromise. She probably has not attracted the dominant male of the tribe. In such an immense tribe as we have today, she will always encounter another man whom she wishes she could mate with. She has.