Nipples that were gloriously, achingly hard. The sloping curve of her breasts had those nipples canting slightly upward, jutting out as if demanding to be touched.

So, I just stood there and stared wordlessly... because I'm evidently a pig or something.

"Al?" she asked. "You alive over there?" Bridget added sarcastically. "So what now? Do I need to turn left?" She did. Oh, thank you.

"Or do I turn right?" She did that too, adding a big arch to her back. Thank you even more.

"Speak up, dude! Do I bend over?" Now she bent a fair amount at the waist, letting them dangle! Honestly, I was dying.

"Seriously, Alistaire,"...