I kept making out with my wife, but I couldn't help but stare. This was a sight I'd been obsessed with for a long time. Allison was wearing a tiny white bra. It looked like something my high school girlfriend would have worn. Small and simple. Though more than enough to cover her little breasts.

"Allison!" Melissa said, "Your shirt's off!"

"Yeah? And yours is still on," Allison said. The challenge was clear.

"Nothing we haven't seen before," Kent said. I knew he was trying to encourage Melissa, but it felt like a liberty too far. It was a reminder I didn't need.

My gorgeous wife sighed. I thought for...