“But we’ve got to get the login. Nothing else is even on the same scale.” Mia’s fragrance was all over her, like the gaze from those green eye...s.“But we can’t do anything until Cyan’s ready for the DDOS attack. That might not even be tomorrow. And what we could do is get over the first step, which is the most intense, and then be more relaxed and just together, afterwards.” Mia was touching Grace’s bare arm by this time, with sensual fingers.Grace smiled at the rationalising. “We still need to. Her voice is unsteady, breathy, and she has to pause again... It gives away her faux protestations..."Please... oh, no." You read a few sections aloud. Your voice choppy at times, and you pause to take in a breath every so often. You continue to read, as best you can, in a halting whisper. But, under the book, she notices that my finger is touching the skin of her inner thigh, just under her dress...She stops reading. "Shhh... whisper..." I say. Others are nearby, but don't notice. "Oh..." She. Ghar aate hi maine bina bra ke t-shirt pahan li aur niche half pent thi.Papa – Khana kaisa laga, Moni?Main – Achaa tha.Papa – Ab to coffee le aao. Khana kha kar teri mom to mujhe coffee deti thi.Main – Main kya mom se kam hun. Mom deti hai to main bhi bana kar dungi. Abhi bana kar layi.Jaldbazi mein ye nikal gaya to papa thode hairain ho gaye. Fir smile dete huye papa ne TV on kar diya. Main coffee bana kar le aai. Papa ko dekh kar mera mood banne laga.Kuch der baat karte rahe. Par samjh mein. We'd stumble into the kitchen and there she'd be, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of panties while leaning into the fridge or standing at the counter making coffee. Never batting an eye, she would stay and happily chat with us topless.Or bottomless. On more than one occasion she came into the living room wearing only a half t-shirt to watch TV with everyone. She'd spend the rest of the evening that way, basking in our primitive stares as we ogled her bare ass and pussy.There were times she came.