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... see as well, just as Gigi distracted Mom's attention by taking up a thick lock of her long, rich auburn hair from near the side of her face. His fingers explored their prize and he looked at her with a very approving expression as he spoke something we couldn't hear. Dave, meanwhile, was busily working away under the hood while Dick, I'd assumed, was still under the red car. "Oh..." Dawn worried when she turned back to me, asking, "You think she'll be mad?" I only shook my head, not really meaning anything by it. Mom shot a partial glance in our direction before the smile that was slowly replacing her disturbance over my conduct overtook her pretty features. Dave looked up then and, glancing at her chest, said something that made her jaw sag again, but only a little and with a smile to go with it. As the guy on the monitor groaned louder and cursed more passionately, Carrie said, "Hm. Crisis averted, I guess." Dawn smirked at the comment, but looked at me to see how I was taking it while Carrie started on the short sleeves of my top. Looking down at myself, I found that Carrie had cut away enough of my pink T shirt to show my midriff, but had also cut up the sides, two long A shapes from under my arms, in order to allow hanging panels in the front and back. Also, without the sewn seem of the V neck, the collar was a lot more open, enough so that one of the thin, pink straps of my bra were visible along with more than a little cleavage. As Carrie finished with the ends of my ...

... sleeves, leaving me with little more than a super sexy rag, Dawn loosened and lowered my belt so that it hung on my hips and at an angle. "What do you think, sugar?" she asked while drinking me in. I loved it. My giggle said as much, but Carrie wasn't quite done. "I think we need to get rid of this hanging part in back." She judged, getting right to work on that. "Yeah," Dawn agreed. Make it so that the back of her bra shows." "On it." The blonde girl started to squeal, and I looked in time to see her cum by the older woman's tongue. The man was repositioning himself for the next dirty act he had in mind, but Dawn got my attention back on her when she pulled the front of my top down far enough to see my pink lace bra with its thin straps and somewhat smallish cups. "Mmmm..." she commented. "Nice taste. Sexy little fuckin' thing..." "Is she ever," Carrie agreed, tossing a large piece of pink cotton down on the counter. "Just one more wardrobe adjustment, though," her friend thoughtfully determined. "Let's have the scissors." I was really loving this, being the total attention of these two women, who were obviously hot for me. I wouldn't even have needed the pot to make me feel that way, but there was no denying how it added to the buzz of the experience, the anticipation of what she was going to do next. Carrie handed her the scissors and, with an alluring wink for me, Dawn took the waistband of my capris in her fingers, bringing back those lovely goose pimples when her nails ...