Kennedy changes clothes

She walks out of the study and down a very short hall to another room. This one is about the same size, but it's dominated by a bed with a pale green duvet covered in embroidered four-leaf clovers. There's a waist-high dresser with a mirror mounted above it and a small array of neatly lined-up cosmetics on the top. She looks in the mirror and you get the feeling you're watching yourself, which technically you are.

Okay, now you can take the dress off; but no making bits of it disappear.

The gown straps slide off her shoulders and droop down her arms. You let the gown fall slowly, each inch of velvet sliding gently across your sensitive nubs. Her breathing gets heavier as the pleasure slowly...

Little faster, please.

Fine. You let the gown drop by gravity alone and the hem hangs up on your nubs. A deft little flick and the gown starts sliding freely until it's lying around her feet.

Tighty-whiteys? I was expecting something more... exotic.

So sue me.

The panties evaporate and she grabs for her crotch. You get a momentary glimpse of a slightly-pouted slit with wisps of red pubic hair. The palm of your hand now cupping her feels slightly moist.

"Hey! I didn't say take away my panties!"

You said to undress you.

"I didn't mean that!"

Don't get your pussy in a knot; we're just changing them. Now let me see what I'm working with.

"As if."

She pulls open the top drawer of her dresser and focuses her eyes on the array of undies inside.