“Of course,” said Bea, pulling the front of Emily’s jacket wide open, exposing what both women at once saw was an excellent rack that obviously needed no bra to support or emphasize it. “I know someone who is going to be very happy with these,” she added, handing the twin mounds and snapping a second spring clip on the right n****e. The expected howl from their pinioned captive resounded inside the Audi and Cat, keeping her eyes still on the winding road, shouted: “Shut her up, please. I’m, trying to drive and this road is Hell.”
“Sorry, Cat, Honey. I was just making the nips on this b***h symmetrical, ha, ha.” Bea laughed, tweaking one clip and then the other while Emily bounced up and down in the seat, rising and falling as she dug her red patent high heels into the auto’s plush carpeti
