Ask, and receive.

Lenny rose up his chin. "Lift your shirt."

Lu got the picture, smiling as she brought her shirt up over the breast once again. "Sure, bud!" Her purplish aerolae and puffy pink nipple stared back at him. All bared, for all to see.

Lenny leaned down and stuck one of her bare nipples into his mouth, the skin molding against his pressed up lips and nose while she turned back to Marilyn and chatted away like nothing odd was happening below her. He breathed heavliy through his nose as he lifted another hand to fondle her other breast under her shirt. They were so voloptuously formed despite her slimness, They nearly looked fake -- but they sure didn't feel like it.

She attempted to continue chatting with Marilyn, a soft underlying moan leaving her lips every 10 seconds or so. He licked and even spat, his saliva running down her fleshy jug as he slapped at her chest with his hands. This motion sent them jiggling like balls in a drooping net.

He spat one tit out. "This is really okay?" Lu looked down at him, and frowned. For a moment, he thought that she'd snapped out of it, or he said something to trigger a defense mechanism somewhere in the recesses of her upside-down-turned mind. Instead, she raised a shoulder as she took a tissue and casually brushed off a string of saliva from the upper slope of her breast.

"...of course," she wiped, absently, then disposed of the tissue. "I was the one who asked you to play with them. Within reason but ya know."

"And you," Lenny looked at Marilyn, who returned it. "I could fuck you, you said?"

She pointed a finger to her side, apparently where her bag lay. "I brought condoms, if you're interested."

"Mother of pearl," Lenny shook his head, and began unzipping.

Marilyn smirked, chucking her hand down to remove her panties and then throwing them into the aforementioned bag. "Yeah, yeah," she waved off, spreading her smooth, strong-looking legs.