Karen explores Mara's body

Karen walked over to the mirror on the closet door and stared at her reflection for a while. “Well, look at this,” she murmured, Mara’s soft voice sounding amused. “Mara, right? She dresses so nerdy,” she muttered, using Mara’s soft voice. “No makeup, boring ponytail, and she's just hiding her body behind this ugly japanese cartoon t-shirt with no effort to look pretty.”

Karen then stripped off her t-shirt, dropping it on the floor. Leaving her bra, she looked at herself again and ran her hands slowly over her stomach and up to her breasts. A quiet breath escaped her as she cupped Mara’s breasts, squeezing gently, testing their softness and perkiness. “Not bad at all,” she said quietly. “Nice waist. Decent breasts. Good shape overall. This body is wasted on her, I could do much better with it.”

A satisfied look crossed her face as she slid one hand down into her pants and started touching herself, her fingers moving slowly between her legs. John’s eyes widened. “Hey wait, what are you doing? Stop that!” Karen didn’t stop. She let out a soft breath, her fingers still moving with more confidence. “Why should I stop?” she said, her tone calm and possessive. “This is my body now because of your mistake. I get to decide what I do with it.” She kept going, her breathing growing a little heavier as she watched John’s reaction. “You caused this, neighbor,” she added, a hint of smugness in Mara’s voice. “So you don’t get to tell me what to do with my body.”