She usually wore a bra because her nipples, while small in diameter, stuck out like little poles.She had mentioned once that if she didn't wear a bra ...hey would stick out hard from the stimulation of cloth rubbing on them. I had measured them once and when hard they were just over three quarters of an inch long.Shelly was red faced now. Her blush had traveled down to almost reach those breast's she was futilely trying to hide. The man had stepped up closer and stood between us, me on his left. ” We both laughed.We got to the apartment and took a shower together and put on clean clothes. I had on a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt; Claire had on a tank top and a mini skirt with pink panties We pulled the stained bed cover off and took it to the laundromat. Before we left Claire took off her panties. “Just the skirt?” I asked. “Sexier with no panties,”Claire answered. We dumped the bedspread in a large washer and sat in chairs to wait. I looked over at Claire and she had picked up. I blushed a little at this, but decided not to make a deal of it. Besides,sometimes when Charlie asked a question like that, it felt more like anorder. I just held my head up and went in for the shower.He wasn't k**ding though. My lungs took in the deep man smell that Charliehad left in there. It didn't really bother me though. In a way it eventurned me on. It reminded me of the other night, the smell of his crotchas he thrust his dick down my throat. I took a shower as usual, then. Well, I’m not your slave, not your butler, not your ATM, and not your cuckold, henpecked wimp, to put up with your crap anymore.“You really think that I didn’t pick up on your interest in Lewis, either? Lucky for him, he’s gay. That alone should spare him a lot of grief, at least with you. You really don’t have any powers of observation. You’re only half catching onto what’s happening around us, either, are you? At any rate, I’m tired of your crap, your bullshit, your cheating, your jealousy,.