She was not, in fact, like us. I wasn't sure what exactly that meant. Wasn't sure what exactly we were, or why there were super sexy versions of us fi...ghting to edge out our more ordinary guises. But whatever the story was, it didn't apply to my brother's wife. Holly stepped back. She craned her neck to look up at me. Even in my idealized form, I wasn't much above average height. But Holly was just so small, in both height and build, that I felt like her son Sean must have around everyone else.. That was when Fantine responded with her own touch. It did not come from her hands. She sought to reach out in response and when she did, a slick red tongue emerged from her sex to meet Penina’s playful fingers.Fantine froze in shock. She never knew she had one of those, for surely it was hers. She controlled its movements and she felt what it touched. Penina exclaimed her encouragement and ever so lightly stroked the red tail. The feeling was delightful and Fantine’s hand joined Penina’s in. She redid the bandages on my back. Then we did our teeth and went to bed. We started missionary. When Ann had her first orgasm we switched to astride. With her second we went back to missionary. We continued this until I came with her fifth orgasm. We kissed tenderly. We let our telepathic communication free associate. It as mostly but not totally about Joan. Then she telepathed: ‘You usually give the girls you bed more in awareness than you receive but this time may be different. Joan has. A calloused finger spears me, as a hot, wet tongue sneaks between my folds to find my clit. Though it all I haven’t heard a word spoken, and that thought frightens me. Without the ability to see, I would find comfort in human voices, but maybe they know that. The car comes to a stop, and the engine dies, just as a second finger stretches my inner walls. I can feel my muscles tensing; I’m so close to coming and I welcome the distraction. The mouth that was on my clit moves away, with a slurping.