"Do we have any groceries?"

I asked her as innocently as I could.

"Lemme go check," Chelsea walked to the kitchen, her small but pert ass jiggling as she rushed in the kitchen.

"No, we don't," she sighed.

I could figure. Chelsea was so worried about her weight that we hardly ever stocked up on much food.

"Well, we need to talk about what to eat for tonight," I continued.

"I'm fine with anything," Chelsea sighed as she walked back to the couch and plopped down, completely unconcerned with her nakedness.

I usually hated when she answered like that, but now I thought about how to spin it to my advantage.