She is deliciously top-heavy with C-cup tits, flaunting them in all their glory in her skimpy little bikini top and the stud doesn’t even try to ave...t his gaze. “What’s wrong, Aaron? You never saw a girl in a bikini before?” she asks, responding to Aaron’s obvious arousal in a blatantly flirtatious tone. “No, I’ve seen plenty of chicks in bikinis…I just never thought I’d see you in one!” the stud replies, doing his best to maintain his composure. Catie lets out a little giggle and then turning. She was having to temporarily share her room (and the bed) with Kylie. Though they often saw each other naked she was a little shy of actually sleeping with her naked. On this evening Kylie had persuaded her to go to bed early so that when Kylie returned from an evening out with her latest flame (or flicker), the living-room was free for them to do whatever they chose to do. It was not much later when she heard the front door open and close and the whispers of Kylie and her new man in the. Most of the mass they saved was used in armament. They carried a Gatling rail gun. A half-pound depleted uranium slug hitting you at Mach 10 speeds will really mess up your day.But all of this wasn’t of any concern to me. We had no intention of starting an unwinnable shooting war. But I did like seeing all those thirsty thoroughbreds gulping fuel like it there was no tomorrow.I was also interested in their troop carriers. I knew they were out there, just outside our sensor range. What I wanted. Half an hour later I heard their voices coming from the bathroom. The shower ran for a very long time. Eventually they emerged, again dressed for the party. This time they greeted me.Angie explained “Tom could not wait until after the party!”.Tom said “I hope that you don't mind Mr Smith. She looks so hot dressed like that. I don't think that she wanted to wait either.”I replied “I don't mind you two fucking and I can understand the urgency, but I do object to you calling me Mr Smith. Please.