She inched to the side towards the wall, sliding her feet across the carpeted surface slowly to avoid any more noises and to feel for any other misplaced objects, focusing the entire time on what she could hear. Charlene tilted her head and looked down, her grin spreading. Her body was attractive, but her breasts were huge and drew significant attention, each one full and soft, around the size of her own head if not a little larger, natural and pushed up by her nighttime top to create a veritable valley of cleavage. I’m not being stabbed just to protect your fucking modesty. Blinking against the light of her clock she squinted, it’s green led digits almost blinding her in the absolute black of her room. She sat up immediately, listening, eyes wide, there had been no mistaking the noise and few things seldom woke someone like the realization that they were not alone when, by all rights, they should be.
