As I stood behind Julie, my gaze was fixed on her, tracing the curve of her back down to the soft, inviting swell of her buttocks. The fabric of her dress clung to her skin, outlining every contour, every muscle.
I could see the tension in her shoulders as she spoke to Hannah, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. My hands gently rested on her hips, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin material, my fingers digging slightly into her flesh.
Using an AI lens, I could see through the door and observed Hannah's confused expression as she talked with her mother. I could hear Hannah's thoughts as if they were my own: [Why does Mom look so tense? Why is she only showing her face? Is she hiding something from me? Are Mom and Dad doing something dirty in there?]
