More stripping

Since she'd taken off her shorts, I'd thought Carol to be surprisingly compliant with my wishes. With a hand resting on her breast, kneading into it gingerly, I considered her for a few moments, wondering if she might actually be frustrated. Her husband was gone on business, after all. She'd gone along with everything so far, so I decided to take things a step further than even the groping my hand began. Once more shifting my grip on her, pulled Carol into my lap. There was no doubt she was able to feel the stiff bulge pushing against my pants-- and also against her round ass. Shereen was fuming, but she couldn't argue anymore. A bet was a bet, after all.

"Betting isn't fun unless the stakes are real, right?" I laughed while taunting Shereen. "Both of you should undress a bit more. It's a warm day, after all." With a cheery smile, I 'suggested' the two of them undress. laughed as she wiggled on my lap in the process of lifting her t-shirt off. Shereen, across from us, raised her arms to the red blouse she wore, similarly peeling it off her figure. Her breasts were held by a black bra with a design matching her lacy undergarments. They were quite large. I couldn't tell exactly how much yet while she remained on my lap, but I was quite pleased with what I saw.

Compared to her mother, Shereen wasn't quite as full-figured. Her breasts were smaller B-cups, but quite perky. Both a lovely sight, and the anger on her face managed to make it even sweeter. Her less developed chest wasn't held by a bra at all, which made for a more exciting show for me.