Doesn't seem safe.

Frankie's eyes widened. "I- um." Her eyes darted left and right, then stared straight ahead. With her eyes wide and lips parted, she had a strangely innocent look.

Drew waved a hand in front of her face. "Frankie?" She looked at him questioningly but didn't say anything. "You ok?"

"Oh, she'll be fine," Theresa called from across the room. She was flushed and panting as she sat on Martin's face.

"Easy for you to say," he said as he made a face. "You're automatically chill."

Theresa laughed throatily. "Dude, I am loving this pussy! You have no idea how good this thing can feel. I almost don't wanna go back!"

"Mf mmg if nm," Martin said from underneath her. She leaned forward, clearly disappointed, to give him a chance to speak.

"My tongue ih numb," he said. His face was red and wet with Theresa's juices.

"Sorry, bro," she said with a laugh. "Good work, though. A little repetitive - I'd say change it up a little more often. And what was that thing you did where you sort of shivered and twisted? More of that, please! Drew, do you want a taste of this thing?"

"No thanks." Drew sat at the table and Martin got to his feet. In the living room, Frankie and Claire continued to stare at nothing.

"Aw, man!" Theresa stood and pulled up her pants. "Come on, guys! I don't know how long I'm gonna stay a chick! What do you want to try?"

"I'd love to mess with your tits," Drew said.

Theresa noticed that his eyes were drawn to them and jiggled them slightly, watching his face carefully. She experimentally lifted her left one slightly and made a face when he licked his lips.

"Don't be weird," she said dismissively. She stepped toward him and took his hand in hers. She placed it gently on her right breast and Drew shuddered with pleasure.

"Goddamn, bro!" she laughed. "Are you about to jizz your pants just from touching my boob? You barely grazed it!"

"This is weird," Martin said. "But I like it."

Drew was rubbing Theresa's nipple lightly, feeling it harden under his thumb. Theresa bit her lip and swayed a little. She leaned forward slightly, pressing herself into him.

"I like that, the nipple stuff. That feels really nice," she said softly. "Mmmm, your hand is warm."

Martin started to reach out but hesitated. Theresa laughed at him. "Martin, you pussy! You wanna grab my tit, just grab my fucking tit!" She led the men to the couch, where she sat in the center and gestured for them to sit next to her. She leaned back and put her hands behind her head, letting her round, heavy tits hang freely on her chest.

"Now you each get one. Go to town!"

Theresa relished the thrumming, low ache of her right breast being kneaded by Drew, but Martin's tongue dancing across the sensitive skin of her left areola made her stomach flutter.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she said, throwing her head back. "Martin's got the idea! Get in there with your tongue, Drew!"

Now both of Theresa's nipples were being teased, nibbled, and kissed. Her right leg kicked involuntarily.

"You boys are doing great- unh!"

She grunted as Drew mashed his dry middle finger against her vulva. The friction of his skin against her delicate lips was extremely unpleasant.

"Drew, buddy, even I know you have to get a lady in the mood," she gasped, pulling his hand back.

Drew looked up from kissing circle patterns around the outer edge of her areola. "That's what I was doing," he said with confusion. She chuckled.

"Oh, boys, I've been a girl for a few hours and I already have so much to teach you." She sat up and they followed suit, reluctantly pulling their face away from her chest. She turned to Martin and ran her fingers across his lips.

"See, this is nice, right?" Theresa asked. She was surprised by how natural it felt to act so feminine. She applied just a little pressure to part his lips, then ran her finger along his upper gums. He opened his mouth and she slipped her finger in.

"Mmhmm," Martin said.

Theresa turned to Drew, who was excitedly smiling. She put a finger on his lips for just a moment, then thrust as hard as she could. Her fingers slipped between his jaws and down into his throat, making him gag. She pulled her fingers out of each of their mouths, making a face at the saliva coating her hands.

Drew was coughing and wheezing, hand to his chest. Before anyone could get to him, they were surprised by Claire rushing to his side.

"Ok, buddy, breathe," she said. She turned around. "What's he **** on?"

"Oh, I get it," Theresa said. "She came out of her little memory coma because there was something urgent."

"What do you mean?" Claire asked. The rest of the group looked puzzled too, so she answered.

"Martin, Drew! Back at it!" Theresa arched her back as the boys returned to her side and began lightly kissing her tits. "Well, think about. If all you can recall is the last fifteen seconds, and you- ahh, watch the teeth! You just remember sitting there and being passive, it might take a bit to get you out of that loop."

"True," Claire said with a nod. The entire group stared at her and she blushed.

"Were you pretending to know what we were talking about?" Drew asked.

"Yeah," Claire said. "I mean, I... yeah. I think. What was the question?"

"So she really is just going off context clues, huh?" Martin chimed in, leaning close to examine Claire. She leaned away with a look of alarm. He put his hand over hers and she stared at it, then up at him.

"Martin, what are you doing?" she asked.

He stared at her for several seconds. Her expression went from concerned to confused. She looked around the room as if searching for answers. After a few moments, it returned to neutrally facing the group. Martin squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.

Theresa rolled her eyes. "Dude, Martin. Look at me! I've got huge tits and I've got them out! You'd rather trick this dipshit into holding hands than squeeze a C-cup?"

"Hey!" Claire objected, then coughed on her own spittle. After a short coughing fit, she looked up with alarm when she realized all eyes were on her. "What? What are you all looking at?"

"They're just jealous, babe," Martin said. He was now beside her with one hand around her shoulders and the other holding hers in her lap. Drew rolled his eyes, but Theresa looked impressed.

"Ok, starting to see the dipshit's appeal," she said. "Anyway, we should probably check if whats-her-name had a stroke or whatever."