He simply gaped at her, eyes staring at her breasts and her pussy as if he'd never seen any in real life before (which, in fact, he hadn't). The lump in his pants was back at full-salute again. He looked like he was, what, maybe seven inches? Eight?<br/>After his mind had wrested enough blood from his loins to begin functioning again he licked his lips and asked her, "Um... I couldn't convince you to leave all that off and make out with me, could I?", his tone practically begging her to oblige him.