Detective Dick Steel

"Shh!" you say authoritatively. "I'm Detective Dick Steel. I'm here to help you bust your brothers," you say, staring at the just-legal teen's fire-framed crotch. She doesn't bother to cover up; it's not like she's displaying herself, it's like she doesn't know she's supposed to be modest. You extend a hand down to pick her up off the floor and she holds the towel around her while reaching up with a hand. She doesn't do a good job of keeping the towel in place as she stands, and her pert right tit is exposed to the air and her bush is still exposed.

"What is it now, Candice?" a tired voice rings from the main floor of the house.

"Nothing, mom! I just slipped is all!" Candice screams back down the hall way. God she's got a set of pipes on her. Her towel all but falls off her, only being held to her breast by a single hand, the rest of her completely exposed. "You, start talking!" she says quietly and pulls you into her room.