Oh, spare me, I thought."What are you watching, you idiot?" Holy crap, Maddie." He lurched and tried to tuck himself back into his pants. "Goddam, Mad...ie, you scared the shit out of me. Get the fuck out and leave me alone!" Not until I see what you're watching." I leaned over to see and said, "Why don't you watch real girls instead of this inflated-boob bimbo? Real women have beautiful breasts even when they're small or a bit saggy, better that those fake watermelons. Geez." Well, do you have. David routinely held parties here when his parents were away, but given he'd promised her an electric night of something, she did feel a little cheated by the concept of a party happening around her while she sat in the dark. In a pointless act of defiance Chloe pinched her nipple and slid one finger into her pussy; she was wet from investigating her mystery outfit and she used that moisture to play with her clit. She sat up a little straighter as she played with herself. She could smell her. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was rapid as I slowly pulled back until her lip popped out of my mouth. She gave me a huge grin and giggled. She kicked off her slippers as I used one foot against the other to kick off my shoes and socks. “Here,” I told her, “I have an idea. Lay on your tummy here.” I indicated a spot on the bed then swept my hand across her pants over her belly. She dutifully laid face down where I had indicated as I savored the sight before me. The spread of her. Giggling to herself, Moira watched as she tugged the bra away, and slid her panties off her hips, down her thighs, and merely stepped out of them, leaving them in a pretty pink pile for Jack to find as she finally turned to the bathroom door. There, her robe! She slipped it on, loving the way the dark pink silk rubbed against her flesh, and she pushed the door open. Gasping, she took in the scene before her; low lights, and her husband perched on the toilet, fully clothed, his own wineglass in.