Lime nodded his agreement, words having failed him. This busty copy Lemon proceeded to do just that, twirling and swaying with far more grace than he had ever seen her display. As she did so, Lime got enough of a glimpse up her tiny skirt to notice that this one was indeed wearing panties – he caught a glimpse of pink lace covering her crotch almost every time she spun around.
Soon, Lemon undid her top, giving a simple tug at the loose knot that tied off her halter, but her hands quickly rushed in to cover her chest, holding her tits, blocking Limes view. As Lemon walked over to where he sat, with an exaggerated hip sway, Lime could not help but stare at her chest.
When she stood right in front of him, Lime bent over to wards him, putting her titties, still covered by her hands, just inches away from him.
“Wanna see?” She asked, in a voice that was certainly Lemon’s yet devoid of her usual slight shyness.
“Absolutely!” Lime was finally able to get a word out.
“Soon.”