Head over for breakfast

You get up the next day, excited about going to Amy and Cris' apartment for breakfast. You opt to come over in your pyjamas, bringing only your apartment key with you.

You knock on the door, and are rewarded with a welcome sight: Amy, wearing a grey t-shirt and panties. She seems to have a full body blush going that makes her skin contrast with her shirt, and her nipples poke very prominently against her front. There are semen stains between the swells her breasts make on her shirt.

"Hi John, come on in!" she greets you happily.

You throw caution to the wind, and give her a big hug, squishing her chest against yours. She smiles at you as you close in for a kiss. You slip your hands into her panties, grasping her buttocks as your tongues intertwine.

As you pull away, you kneel down and pull off her panties. They are thoroughly soaked. "Enjoying your new bust size?" You ask as you stand back up.

Amy smirks. "That's one way of phrasing it. I forgot how it was: anytime I could tell that any man nearby was paying me attention, I'd get wet. Even if it was just to ask for the time. My body's just always ready." She gently thrusts her pelvis towards you, offering a feel of her soggy thatch. You swap her panties to your off-hand, and bring two fingers up to feel her swollen pussy lips.

After about two seconds, you hear footsteps in the kitchen. Your first instinct is to pull your hand away, but you fight against it to insert a finger into Amy just as Chris appears at the doorway.