I leant my head that way to try to hear moreclearly, but it sounded like whoever it was barefoot. I heard a softgiggle, so I guessed it was one of the... other femboys or sissies. Ijumped as I felt fingers brush across my bum and a voice whispered intomy ear, ‘You're very pretty. I wish I was as pretty as you. We couldhave fun together if our Mistresses would allow it.’ I didn't know what to say, I wasn't even sure if I was allowed to speakwhilst I was out here. Fingertips gently touched my bare. ‘Can I kiss you?’ she whispered and he gave her a smile. She let her passion overtake her mind as they kissed, their lips and tongues moving all over. She wanted to go deeper than they could and held his head firm in her arms while he ran his strong hands all over her back, sending shivers along her spine. She wanted to submit her whole body to him and pulled back from their kiss to look at him with pleading eyes. ‘Can I have you in me?’ she said, her voice soft and almost hoarse. Jean-Marie’s. Thetightness of the tee showcased the mounds, and the perky nipplesattempting to pierce the thin cotton. Figures that girl-me wouldn'tsleep in a bra or anything decent.I shook my head and placed my hands over them, giving a slight squeeze.Yep, firm and squishy. Houston, we have boobage!In most of those stories, the guy immediately cops a feel and announcesto himself that his new girlish form is a 36-C. Or some other random brasize. For myself, the only tits I'd had the luxury of touching,. He paused and walked over to a seat.”Well I think I sit down after all. I am a bit tired.”I was very concerned about him now. Did he complete his treatment or did he simply run off, disregarding his own health. I considered revealing myself, take him out of here, if necessary carry him and get him back to Sares-Prime. As much as I was relieved him to be here, I wanted him to be well and that was more important.His voice vibrated in my mind. “No worry Grandson. I am fine. The Saresii are.