<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Caitlyn</strong></span><br/><br/>Watching him as he began to disrobe, her eyes following his every movement.  Caitlyn stood carefully in her heels, reaching out with tentative hands, clasping the top of his trousers in both hands, deftly unbuttoning the single button closure, her eyes gazing deep into his as her hands slide over the front of his trousers.  Finding the little flap of a zipper, she slides it down slowly, her breath catching in her throat.<br/><br/>With a small quick glance toward Justin, the sight of him melding his body against the shapely back of the other woman causes her heart to flutter briefly.  The intense jolt of desire in her core overriding the very momentary pang seeing his hands smooth their way across her skin.<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to Charlie, she smiles up at him, cocking her head to the side and licking her lips slipping his trousers down his hips.<br/><br/>"Help me with my dress?"