Chris is completely at ease with you fingering Amy

"Hi John," he says casually. He looks to Amy. "I thought you were going to put on some underwear." The front of his pyjama bottoms are tenting noticeably.

Amy looks at Chris, confused. "What do you mean? I did. I --" she looks down at her crotch, and notices you fingering her. "Oh, that's why you're asking."

"Do you mean these panties?" You ask them both, holding them up.

Amy laughs. "I missed that completely! Classic D-cup distraction."

"What," you asked, "you didn't even notice me kneeling down to take off your panties?"

Chris smirked. "Amy told me about this. She doesn't register any one thing people do with her much, unless she's paying careful attention."

Amy nodded to you significantly. "Yeah. I mean, I sort of realised you were bending down for some reason, and I was vaguely aware that something might be going on with my panties, but I didn't connect those things until just now. I think I only realised that Chris made me jack him off this morning when I went to splash water on my face this morning, and noticed that I had cum on it."

You raise your eyebrows at Chris, who smirks at you conspiratorially. He steps forward, and pats her breasts twice, firmly... inviting you to feel them.

You pull your hand away from Amy's soaking pussy, and bring it under her shirt to pinch a nipple gently. Her shirt rises slightly in front, and you roll her nipple gently between your fingers. "So if I asked you what's going on now...?"

Amy blinked, looked at you, and her shirt. "Um, well, my shirt seems bunched up a bit for some reason. And... I think my nipples feel extra happy for some reason? So... I think someone is fondling my nipples. Is it Chris?"

Chris sniggered. "No, it's John. Though I did give your other tit a quick tap."

Amy looks to you, slightly exasperated. "Chris has been like this since yesterday. He's like a kid with a new toy he wants to show off. I'm hungry, can we have breakfast?"

Chris grins and waggles his eyebrows at you. "Yes, let's fill you up."

You look to Amy, who normally would roll her eyes at such obvious innuendo. She shows no particular sign of recognition of Chris' double entendre, though, as the three of you move. You gently clasp a hand on Amy's bare bottom as you head towards the kitchen.