She gets her coat

The last few minutes have taught Amy the art of being careful. Slowly she makes her way across the kitchen, quickly grabbing her coat from it's hook hanging beside the freezer and pulling it on.

It feels good to finally be covered up, although the weird feeling of her nipples brushing against the fabric of her coat pushes odd sensations through her mind.

James is still laying on the floor naked, his fully erect cock bouncing as he breaths, and Amy tries to ignore it, knowing that she needs to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"Wait, what about me?" James suddenly asks. "What can I wear?"