Nope!

And as we continued walking down the last few steps of the entrance hallway of the Anderson house, Cindy turned the corner ahead of me to the kitchen, when I suddenly heard her exclaim, “Son of a b——! Noooo! Julian, please don't come into the kitchen yet!”

But it was already too late. Since I was only a couple of paces behind Ms. A, I was unable stop myself from seeing what I just saw. There it was on the ground, a tiny but heavy white towel pooled at the feet of a very naked Ms. A. In all her glory, Cindy stood out in the open in the middle of her own house naked as the day she was born, still dripping wet from her shower, with her hands still occupied with the groceries thus unable to cover her plump butt cheeks that were completely on display for Julian.

“Oh wow! Um..wowowow!! I’m so sorry” I said, trying to sound somewhat concerned about her modesty as I half-heartedly looked down to cover my eyes.

“It's ok,” replied Cindy. “It's not like you haven’t already seen everything earlier today.” She continued as she took a couple more steps forward to place the grocery bag on the counter. Meanwhile, I looked up and I was frozen in place watching Ms. A’s perfectly nude form jiggle with every step she walked. She made absolutely no effort to even stop and pick up the towel she just dropped! She just let herself walk in front of me completely naked as if she were suddenly comfortable with my gaze over her body.

But nevertheless, I can tell she was still flustered and embarrassed by being exposed in front of me yet again. As soon as she put the groceries on the counter, she awkwardly shot a hand behind her back to semi effectively cover her bum with a free arm and started shuffling backwards to where she dropped the towel without having me see those massive titties of hers that have been tantalizing me all day. Without bending over, she was able to grab the towel between her toes and kick it up so she was able to catch it in her free hand. And even though I was standing behind the nude woman, I was able to witness the sidewinding action her massive breasts made as she writhed in catching her towel - I can only imagine how that must’ve looked if she were facing me head on, but hey, I can’t complain about the view, can I? Then, with towel in hand, she lowered her other hand that was barely covering her butt, and tried again to tie the towel around her body, this time with the slit going down the left side of her body. Ms A then turned around and flashed me (both literally and figuratively) with another one of her kind smiles as I’m pretty sure she was pretending not to notice my gaping eyes and rock hard erection at the moment.