An exchange of sorts.

On the way to the door Ashley realizes Tibby actually intends to go outside the way she is. "Cover up, you little exibitionist!"

"Do I hafta?" she asks. "I look good the way I am."

You can't help grinning as you admire her lack of an outfit. "I bet Annabelle would agree, but there might be other people in the hall. I'm sure you have a cute top that goes with that skirt."

"You KNOW I do," she smiles back as she skips to the bedroom. While you wait for her to come back you button up your shirt. A few minutes later Tibby comes out in a long-sleeved mesh shirt through which you can see a bright pink bikini top with black trim that's at least one size too small for her. It looks fantastic according to your boner, though it seems to disagree with Ashley's sense of decorum. "What kind of party do you think we're going to?"

"To the seeing Annabelle naked kind," Tibby says cheerfully and steps out into the hall before anyone can stop her. She immediately spots Annabelle (who is wearing tight jeans and a white shirt with thin blue horizontal stripes, her strawberry blonde hair in a loose ponytail) and takes off running to hug her.

Annabelle returns the greeting, though less enthusiastically than usually. It turns out she's had the same concern as Ashley, but she also has a suggestion that she's kind of antsy about bringing up. "Why don't you come over and we'll watch our tapes together? Then I can keep mine where it is and you can take yours with you when you leave."

You're not sure how that's better than if she'd been there live, but Ashley likes the idea so you follow Annabelle back to her apartment.

The door to what is a living room in your apartment is open, revealing that Annabelle uses it as both a living and sleeping room. But she leads you past it to what would be the door to the bedroom. Opening it, she ushers you into what can only be described as a kinky playroom, with a heart-shaped bed and everything. The color scheme is red and black. A row of hooks on one wall holds a neatly arranged collection of cuffs, ties, ropes, and other playthings. The second wall has thick curtains to cover the windows without totally blocking the sun's light, creating a dim but oddly inviting atmosphere. The third has a large TV fixed to it, with various media players on a table beneath it. Annabelle shows Ashley where to put your camera's storage chip and tells everyone to get comfy on the bed. "It's been a while since I used this room to entertain, but I keep everything clean anyway."

A minute later Tibby is lying on her stomach, Annabelle sitting cross-legged and far enough back that she can get a peek under her skirt. You sit further forward and pull Ashley onto your lap before Annabelle presses play. The video of Ashley and Tibby is first, and you wrap your arms around the bunny when she makes an embarassed yet excited noise.

The ladies comment on this and that at first, Annabelle thinks the mirror was a brilliant way to get everything with one camera, but after a while they quiet down and just watch. When you realize the only sounds not coming out of speakers are Ashley's soft breathing and a purr from Tibby, you look back to see Annabelle rubbing the back of Tibby's leg with one hand. It moves from just above the knee about three fourths of the way up her thigh, then slowly slides back to its starting point. Your neighbor's face flushes when she sees you looking, but she doesn't stop moving her hand. While Tibby's eyes are glued to the screen, her legs are parted more than they were at the start of the video and you know Annabelle is getting more than a peek now.

Before things can escalate the video ends, and Annabelle presses a button to switch to hers. She sits with her hands in her lap now, biting her lip as she tries to gauge everyone's reaction. When Tibby realizes Annabelle's hand isn't coming back to her leg she sits up and cuddles into her side. "What a hooooot outfit," she whispers loudly once everything is in focus, making the strawberry blonde blush and mutter something you can't make out.

"John seconds that opinion," Ashley giggles nervously, feeling your erection pressed against her butt. And who can blame you? Onscreen, a well-edited shot pans up Annabelle's legs. She stands in scuffed red chucks and pastel-blue ankle socks. Her calves are bare, while her thighs are half-covered by a red plaid skirt. Above that is a black and blue checkered hoodie, with its zipper pulled far enough down to show off a generous amount of cleavage. The hood is kept down so you can see Annabelle's hair, which flows in unrestrained locks that glow pink under the colored mood lights in the background.

"What uh... what inspired that look?" you ask, trying to keep your voice neutral. Which is hard when Ashley insists on wiggling her rump to tease you.

"The word yesterday was camgirl, but that's not the look I wanted," Annabelle starts. "But my little sister's always watching those girls stream video games on... I want to say twats.com but that can't be right, it's not a lewd site." Tibby snickers into her side, and you know someone's going to look that up on your computer later. Meanwhile the Annabelle onscreen leans forward to let her viewers look down the front of her hoodie, squeezing her tits through the cotton to accentuate her cleavage even more. "Anyway, some of those streamers dress kind of like this and like to put on a show while they're gaming, so I thought I'd try it out."

"Well I think you pull it off," says Ashley, who used to watch game streams too.

"I sure hope she pulls it off, that's what we're here to see isn't it?" you ask cheekily.

Ashley smacks your leg to make you behave, but Annabelle laughs heartily. "Keep your eyes on the screen, horndog. It'll happen."

As if on cue, past Annabelle winks at the camera and pulls on her zipper as some thumping electronic music starts playing. The zipper moves down and up, revealing centimeters of tit flesh only to hide it a moment later. Her rhythmic movements make her breasts bounce on her chest, threatening to break free whenever the zipper is down. Suddenly Annabelle spins, and when she faces the camera again the zipper is all the way down. Her hoodie hangs from her shoulders, just barely covering her nipples while revealing a good amount of underboob in addition to the tops that are still visible.

Annabelle lifts one foot up to take her shoe off, acting clumsy and hopping around while she pulls at the laces. This causes all sorts of bouncing, and the hoodie flaps open several times, only to close again before you can get a good look at what it's hiding. When she eventually gets the shoe off, she decides to keep her feet on the ground and bend over to do the other one. The video cuts to a second camera, lower and behind her. Annabelle aims her butt at it while she reaches down, making her skirt ride up maybe an inch past the lower curve of her cheeks. When she's upright again, having taken off her second shoe and both socks, she gives the camera a look as if she hadn't known it was there before winking again.

Then she drops to her knees in front of it, skirt flipping up briefly for a glimpse of white panties before her chest comes into view. Edging closer until it fills the screen, she grabs her hoodie's opening with both hands and pulls it away, giving you your first good look at her breasts. They're big and heavy, resting lower on her chest than those of your pets, and her nipples are a shade darker than either of theirs. But they're still firm and proud, with not a wrinkle or blemish to mar their appearance.

Annabelle seems rightfully proud of them too, spending quite a bit of time hefting and jiggling them for the camera while you try not to drool into Ashley's hair. Your boner is harder to control, but she's as turned on as you are. Her breathing has gotten heavier and she's subconsciously pressed your hands into her lap. Gently working your hands free, you slide them onto her thighs and up her dress until your fingers can trace over her panties. While you do this you glance back at Tibby, who has one hand wrapped around Annabelle's back while the other has made it under her shirt to rub her tummy. Annabelle looks like she doesn't know what to do, but she's enjoying being petted as much as she enjoys petting Tibby every time they meet.

You look forward again so you don't embarass her. The recorded Annabelle has just stood up, and is gyrating her hips as her fingers worm their way under her skirt's waistband. They slide back and forth a few times, lowering the skirt by an inch in the process. Then Annabelle finds the button at the front and undoes it, allowing the skirt to fall down around her legs. She's now standing in front of the camera wearing only that little white pair of cotton panties. Her hands slide over it, then move up along her sides and over her abdomen for a while. When they come down again, they quickly grab each side of the panties and pull them down, bending over to get them all the way down to her feet. The low camera captures the action from the side, so you see her ass bared as well as her breasts hanging down when she bends, only to bounce heavily as she rights herself.

The fully nude Annabelle spins slowly in front of the camera, her hands folded in front of her so her most intimate area remains hidden for a moment longer. Turning away from the camera, she struts over to the bed and sits, her arms on the mattress behind her as she leans back and spreads her legs, her shaved mound finally visible.

One of her hands comes up to her face again. Annabelle kisses her palm and blows it at the camera, then everything fades to black.