They go to the store

They walked down the street. Amy's bare breasts bounced freely as she walked. Steve's hands remained glued to them. "You're doing great Amy." Steve said, looking into the eyes of Amy.

Amy beamed back, "Thanks Steve! You're so strong." Steve pinched her nipple hard. Amy gasped, "Oh! You startled me!"

Steve smiled, happy with his luck, "Sorry, I was just checking your pulse."

Amy replied, "That's okay! You're such a gentleman." Meanwhile, John trailed behind them, helpless. (This is humiliating. Why can't she see through him?)

Amy skipped lightly, oblivious to stares. "Steve, my nipples feel tingly!"

"That means it's working," Steve lied smoothly, massaging her breasts harder. (She's dumber than a bag of rocks.)

"Amy, please!" John pleaded desperately. "At least cover yourself!"

Amy frowned at John. "But Steve's hands are covering me! You're just jealous again!"

Much to John's relief, the trio approached the clothing store. It was a large chain that specialised in women's clothing.

"Perfect" said Steve. "John, you stay here while Amy and I get something for her to wear."

Amy nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Steve knows fashion!" She wiggled her hips slightly as Steve's fingers traced circles around her nipples. "Oh! That tickles!"

"It's part of the protection," Steve lied, guiding her toward the entrance. "Real men know how to keep women safe... and stimulated."

John was not impressed, "Stay put?! Can't I come along?" John exclaimed, but it was no use; Steve and Amy were in their own world.