[That she is. Instinctively, and in a way that surprises even himself, his fingers seem as deft as ever. Perhaps that is merely the blessing of a musician, or a future detective, to always have a delicate yet precise touch when needed.
The third button is dealt with. He waits for the fourth, though it's nearly a moot point by now.]
And yet...
[She will receive no more help with her buttons because that touch of his is now slipping beneath the open layers of her garment, to cup and feel. She's more than a handful.]
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The third button is dealt with. He waits for the fourth, though it's nearly a moot point by now.]
And yet...
[She will receive no more help with her buttons because that touch of his is now slipping beneath the open layers of her garment, to cup and feel. She's more than a handful.]
...you're correct. I would be jealous.
[She is so, so busty.]