"Boys boys boys!" tutted Crystal "I think you both need to calm down a bit. All this posturing, it's a real turn off."

"Crystal, why are you following Franklin around like this?" Asked Peter, he'd not had many encounters with the inhuman before, but he was pretty sure Franklin shouldn't be the one in charge here.

"He's a big boy now, Peter, he's allowed to do things without adult supervision now. Not that I've ever been aversed to watching..."

Peter noticed her outfit, Crystal was back in her approximated costume, yellow and black bikini top just covering her nipples and yellow hot pants, with the black gloves and fuck-me boots. Had she been wearing that a second ago? She must have, he thought.

"Neither are you I take it?" Crystal said, taking notice of Peter's wandering eyes.

"I uh..." Peter looked up from Crystal's rack and locked eyes with her.

"Doncha wanna let your hair down Peter?" Crystal traced a finger up and down his chest. He gulped

Franklin watched Crystal work. Proud of his little hobag.

Crystal pushed Peter backwards into his apartment, striding confidently as he stumbled back and fell onto a couch. The busty slut immediately straddled his lap, pulling one huge tit free and pressing it to his mouth. "Suck on my tits, Petey, you know you wanna taste me."