Kei enlists Abbie's help with her clothes

"What did you have in mind?" Abbie asked, starting to get excited about a surprising new direction for this impromptu tryst in the woods. Aguri still held her by the hips and was continuing to fuck her, now even more forcefully, not ready to give her up to Kei.

"That depends on what you're willing to do," said Kei, teasing Abbie.

"Try me." Abbie knew there wasn't anything Kei would suggest that was off limits to her. It was just a matter of time.

"Come to me." Kei beckoned Abbie with her finger. "Won't you?"

Abbie slowly turned her head and looked back at Aguri. She pulled her hips forward and sighed a little as she felt his cock slide out of her. She was **** to step away from that, but she thought that playing with Kei might be fun.

Abbie got to her feet, and stood for a moment next to the bench. She looked back at Aguri, taking a long stare at his hard dick, still wet with the juices from her pussy. She turned back to Kei and walked the few shorts steps toward her. Kei was quite a bit taller than Abbie (and she was wearing heels) -- Abbie came up to about Kei's shoulder.

"Do I look good to you?" Kei asked.

"Don't do this to me, Kei," said Aguri.

"Tais-toi," Kei snapped at Aguri. "Pas un mot."

Aguri sighed and shook his head. He pulled on his dick, hoping to sustain his erection through whatever this was about to be, but he wasn't sure he'd have the energy or the attitude for it.

"My top. Undo it?" Kei rolled her head a bit, drawing Abbie's attention to her neck. She put her hands behind her head, and lifted her long ponytail higher and further away from her body.

Kei's top was basically a shirt front which clasped in two places -- behind her neck, and behind her waist. The material hung in the front, two panels with a space between them baring Kei's sternum, that was all. Kei's back was bare, her sides were mostly bare. Depending on how she moved her body, one could see the swell of her breasts on the side.

Abbie put her hands on Kei's sides. She felt her soft skin, and ran her hands upward, lightly grazing the edges of her breasts. She moved one hand over the front of Kei's shirt, touching the material, but feeling the outline of her breasts underneat. Kei didn't wear a bra.

"The clasp is up here," said Kei, indicating her neck.

Abbie brought her hands up to Kei's neck, and softly dragged her fingertips to the back. She found the clasp, undid it, and let the pieces of material in the back fall limply behind Kei's neck. Abbie put her hands back on the front of the shirt material, but this time pressing more firmly, pulling her hands downward, holding the cloth against Kei's breasts.