Hell, yes!

"Hell yes you should!" You said unexpectedly and a rather enthusiastically.

Amy looked at you a bit surprised, and you fear that you misinterpreted her joke.

"Well, what if you accidentally pop out of your dress at some point? Don't you want to know what you would look like?"

You held your breath, hoping that she didn't kick you out on the spot. But she smiled and said "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

Amy faced you and the camera. You watched breathlessly as she slowly pulled her top down over her fake breasts. You had imagined what they had looked like and had been staring at them the whole night while you took pictures, but now here they were, fully out and exposed.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"Meh, they're ok," you joked and Amy playfully slapped your arm. Not wanting to seem to **** to look at her breasts, you aim the camera and start taking pictures again. Amy again poses for the camera, and again starts posing more and more provocatively. She sticks her chest out, bends over and pushes her breasts up, and even playfully caresses them while flirting with the camera. After several minutes you have an idea and stop taking pictures.

"You say those are fake?" You ask.

"Yep, had them done a few years ago."

"I don't know, they seem like any others I have seen." You reply.

"Trust me, they're fake," she laughs.

"If you say so, I guess there's no way for me to know for sure."

"Oh ok" she responds sarcastically, "look, if you want to feel them to make sure, all you have to do is ask."

"Ok!" You respond playfully.

"I'm not kidding," she says, while standing in front of you, "go ahead. They won't bite."