A Mature Birthday Deserves Intimacy Over Cake

I could tell Chloe was getting close too, as she was moving harder against my hand and fingers. 
Cindy was feeling around in the popcorn bin, like she was looking for a particular piece of popcorn. She leaned forward more, and I realized she was actually trying to get a better look at what was going on under the blanket. Chloe would often change into her fuzzy nightgown to watch a late movie. Chloe’s head was on my left shoulder, her hand still on my dick, which was starting to wake up again. The nightshirt had a lower cowl neck, and I could almost see down inside the front. 
………..This is dangerous. However, I couldn’t very well tuck things back in place and zip my pants back up. Her lips were trembling, but she was smiling.