The lascivious display overloaded any attempted restraint or capacity for discerning disingenuous behavior for Jeff. "I thought you'd<em>never</em>ask," was the wittiest reply he could summon with his suspended brain function.<br/><br/>"Hey, save some for us!" One jealous plea sounded as he began disrobing.<br/><br/>"Nay, ye cannae do tha'." Moira said, pointedly." 'e wished fer 'er all ta 'imself, 'e did."<br/><br/>"Aww," one complained, his shoulders slumping forward. "I wish we had some hot busty chicks of our own."<br/><br/>Sharon and Moira raised their hands together and snapped their fingers soundly. No sooner had the sound clicked through the room, the leprechaun sisters ballooned out of their clothing. Though every scrap of clothing bore the marks of stretching and ripping, they appeared to be receeding. Only their hats grew with them.<br/><br/>Moira kept hers on, offering a sultry wink and wanton smile from under the brim of her hat.<br/><br/>"All ye had ta do was ask, lads." Sharon offered, he voice decidedly deeper and smooth as velvet.