Ginger was seated at her mother's dressing table in a slip and bra. James was sitting on the bed watching her put on her make-up. Somehow Sherry had expected more. She started to put her hand on the doorknob and push the door open when Jim put his hand on her arm.

"Wait a second," Jim said. "Let's see what happens. Just a couple of seconds more."

Sherry wasn't sure what she was waiting on but she waited. She watched as James got up and walked across the floor and kissed Ginger on the back of the neck. She tried to push him away but James kissed her neck even harder.

"I'm trying to get dressed," Ginger said.

"I'd rather have you undressed," James said.

"You're crazy," Ginger said. "They're going to be here pretty soon. Now stop that."

Sherry gasped as James suddenly reached around Ginger and cupped both her creamy tits. He held onto them tightly as he kept kissing the back of Ginger's neck. Ginger should have gotten angry but instead all the fight went out of her body and she turned her head to James.

"Damn you," Ginger said. "You know how you turn me on."

James laughed as he kissed her mouth. His hands still played with her titties. Ginger's tits were smaller than Sherry's but that didn't seem to matter to James. He seemed to be having a ball, his fingers eagerly stroking the front of her body.

"Take your bra off," James said.

"Are you crazy?" Ginger said. "They're going to be here pretty soon. We haven't got time."

"Take your damn bra off," James commanded.

Ginger sighed. Sherry didn't believe she would do it but she was already reaching around and unhooking her bra. Ginger shrugged her shoulders and let the bra fall away from her creamy tits. Jim grabbed Sherry's hand and squeezed hard. He was staring hard enough to burn holes in Ginger and James.