Well, there may be one thing I can do. Before I talk myself out of it, I reach under my shirt and undo my bra, wiggling out of it and tossing it back on my bed. A naughty giggle escapes when I see my hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of my shirt. I give a small jump and giggle even harder at the way it makes my tits bounce. This feels sinfully wicked, and I love it.

Crossing my arms over my chest as nonchalantly as I can, I speed walk to the front door, yell a quick goodbye, ...