"You little rascal, don't push your luck..."
Olivia Wood: Favorability 88%, emotions: panic, anxiety, conflict.
Even through the bra, the sensation wasn't as satisfying, but Ryan could still feel the fullness and firmness of her breasts as he brazenly kneaded them. At the same time, he whispered in her ear, licking lightly, "Mom, you shouldn't wear a bra at home anymore. It's no fun to grab..."
"Honey, the furniture store called and asked when they can deliver!"
The sound of footsteps and Lily's voice came from the staircase. The two immediately separated with perfect coordination. Ryan sat on the sofa, continuing to smoke, while Olivia grabbed her bag from the coat rack by the door.
Lily glanced over and asked, "Mom, are you heading out?"
Olivia didn't turn around, avoiding eye contact for fear her daughter might notice the unnatural blush on her face.