...Spreading her knees Mon tapped her clit lightly, “get your face in her and get to work girl.”
“Hold on Kimmie,” Mon said softly, “Lets see if we can bargain with them rather than kill them.” And then turning to the two boys on the couch, “Would you boys like to see these fine titties in person?” she asked pulling up her shirt and giving them a squeeze.
“Monique!” Kim cried, “What are you doing?”
“She has the right idea sis,” Jim said with a grin, “Come on Kimmie, whip that shirt off.”
“Oh you little perverts,” KP muttered as they both pulled their tops off. The boys eyes got big as the girls stood there hands on hips, “Happy now?” Kim asked reaching for her shirt.
“Not quite, see we figure we can look at your tits any time, in Hi def TV no less…” Tim said.
“Yea, we want to cop a feel…” Jim completed the thought.
“What!” Kim protested.
“Kim, it’s no big,” Mon answered and then leaning over the twins with her twins, “Here you go boys, what do you think of these melons?”
Each boy stroked a breast moaning and lightly pinching a nipple. “Come on Kimmie, we want to compare,” Jim said, “give us a feel.”