First, Jo requires assistance

Jo tilted her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Now that we're all properly dressed—or undressed—for the occasion, Cathy, be my eyes for a moment. Tell me what everyone looks like right now."

Cathy's breath hitched as her gaze swept across the room. The air felt electric, charged with anticipation. She licked her lips before beginning, her voice taking on a husky quality.

"Well, Anita's still completely naked, of course," Cathy started, her eyes lingering on the Indian girl's gentle frame. "Her dark skin is glowing in the lamplight, and those perky little B-cups of hers are just begging to be touched. I can see her nipples are hard as pebbles, and that little piercing she keeps down there catches the light when she moves. She's sitting with her legs slightly spread, and I swear I can see how wet she is from here."

Anita laughed throatily, running a hand down her flat stomach. "Guilty as charged," she purred, spreading her legs just a bit wider in invitation.

Cathy's gaze moved to Allison, who was leaning back against the couch. "Allison's in that black sports bra that barely contains those massive D-cups of hers. The way the fabric strains against them should be illegal. Her dark nipples are poking through the material, and those cotton boy shorts are clinging to her curves like a second skin. I can see a little damp spot forming where her thighs meet."

Allison smirked, arching her back to make her breasts push even more against the tight fabric. "Like what you see, blondie?"

Cathy breathed shyly, turning to the twins. "Sam and Erica are mirror images as usual, but Sam's in red lace and Erica's in black. Their matching B-cups look so perky in those bralettes, and their nipples are this perfect shade of pink. Erica's panties are riding up deliciously, and I can see that little landing strip she keeps trimmed. Sam's got a full little bush peeking out the sides of her red panties."

The twins giggled in unison, pressing closer together so their breasts touched. "We do coordinate our underwear," Sam admitted with a wink.

Cathy's eyes softened as she looked at Suki. "Our shy little Suki is in simple white satin—so innocent looking, but we all know better now. Her tiny A-cups are barely there, but those pink nipples are just adorable. And those panties... they're clinging to her like they're painted on. I can see the outline of her little black bush through the fabric."

Suki whimpered, crossing her arms over her chest, but the way her thighs pressed together betrayed her arousal.

Finally, Cathy turned to Jo. "And you... you're in that plain white cotton set, but it's gotten all sheer from sweat. Your small breasts look so delicate, and I can see your pink nipples peeking through the fabric. Your panties are riding up just enough to show a wisp of brown hair."

Jo shivered at the description, her fingers tracing the edge of her bra. "Mmm, I like that. Now tell me who looks the most turned on right now."

Cathy's eyes darkened as she scanned the room again. "Anita's the obvious answer—she's literally dripping onto the chair. But Erica's squirming like she needs to touch herself, and Suki's panties are soaked through. Honestly, we're all a mess."

Allison chuckled, reaching down to adjust the crotch of her boy shorts. "Damn right we are. Now can we get back to the game before I explode?"

Jo grinned, licking her lips. "Oh, no worries darling, the night is still young. But then..." She turned toward Cathy's voice. "Truth or dare, Cathy?"

Cathy swallowed hard, her blue eyes wide. "Dare," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.