She had on jeans, running shoes, and a denim shirt that was totally unbuttoned. Under the shirt and exposed to my view she had one of those long line...bras that are popular at the moment in a blue that matched her shirt. And that bra, oh that bra fit her perfectly. It lied flat against her which made her breasts in the cups really stand out. And the cups were of a light stretchy material such that I could see the shape of hard nipples protruding. This was perfect. A perfect set up for what. Lupette had always favored this kind of trophy line when she’d bagged more than one in a day.Now she paused to take it all in: identically beautiful triplets, their blonde hair positively fiery in the morning sun; their smooth, pink, unblemished skin; their full breasts and curvilinear bodies; their oh-so shapely legs—-which would soon be kick-kick-kicking (ooooo, so hard!) when their pants came down for good. For a while it was enough just to stare at them all, in a kind of happy. She signed I might as well do it from home, she thought, and walked into the room that was a hobby/office room. She booted up the computer and opened the web browser. The first thing showing was not the home page but a video from the last web session. The video page preview was of a woman looking down into the camera. The title read: girlfriend takes control. "What the hell is this?" she thought clicking on the video to start it.After twenty minutes, Sarah had finished the video. She was a. It was apparent she wore no bra. She also sported a pair of lounging pants that didn't even come close to matching the top. She was dressed to be comfortable.I welcomed her in and told her to make herself comfortable. The room had a queen bed, two side chairs, and an overstuffed recliner. She sat at the foot end of the bed. I asked if she'd like something to drink, and she said a Coke would be good. I ran down to the vending room and grabbed a couple of sodas. On my return, Chris was still.