Oh, she's blushing and he's going to fucking run with that. He curls himself up to her, hands still on her hips, as though he might want a better look.

"It is true!" he says. "Look at them. You take good care of them. Two perfect sisters, big enough to look at through the neckline of your shirt, perky when naked... I adore them already, and I have not even touched them."

He lets his hands drift up her ribs, stopping just below the swell of her breasts. He's killing himself holding back, but it's fun.

"Are they sensitive?"