Terri strips down.

Terri looked all around the room. By the sounds of it, Marigold was still busy in the shower, and she would be for some time. Getting in and out of the Tracer costume was an ordeal, but Terri knew that she would overhear at any second if she didn't do something, and quickly, too. This was a good idea, she concluded. Hardly without risk, but she would feel a lot better once she had these sweat trap leggings peeled off of her.

It wasn't like there was anyone around to see her do it, right? What harm could there be in it?

Behind the curtain, Jakey was watching StartingGunner closely. Every time she got on her knees to look under the bed, or every time she bent over the spread and pushed her butt up in the air, Jakey doubled the pace of his strokes. This was almost better than seeing LittleLambX3 in her slutty outfit-- almost. It wasn't quite at the level of seeing a famous cosplayer nearly naked and getting a snapshot of her wet clunge.

There was a little zipper on Terri's leggings, mostly hidden under her faux-leather jacket and 'temporal modulator." Lynn had complained for what felt like hours about the 'inauthenticity' of it, but Terri knew that if she wanted her butt to look this good in these tights, the zipper would need to be there to help her get back out of them at the end of the day. Or while she snooped through her 'friend's' underwear drawer, either one.

The zipper came down, slowly. It ended just below her hip, to give her room to breathe. Terri decided to face the door, to be able to react faster if Marigold emerged without her hearing it.

Jakey held his breath. This was better than his wildest dreams. Not to mention the fact that he was using LittleLambX3's panties to jerk off!

Terri put one hand on either side of her leggings, pushing them down off of her hips and her butt until they sagged around her skinny runner's thighs.

Already, this was almost too much for Jakey to handle.

Terri bent at the hip, giving her a wider range of motion-- and exposing the cheeky Union Jack underwear stretched across her rear end to the 'empty room' behind her.

"Ahhh," she sighed as she dropped the spandex leggings around her ankles. "That feels so much better."

Standing in her soaking-wet panties in the middle of Marigold's bedroom was a perverse thrill better even than Terri could ever possibly have imagined.

Jakey was enjoying the view, too.