The front door closes behind you as you come home from university. Alice is in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the couch in just an oversized white t-shirt and pale blue panties, no bra. Her massive breasts rest heavily on her thighs, soft cleavage spilling out the armholes. She looks up from her book, ice-blue eyes calm. "Mmm. You're later than usual." She closes the book, stands up slowly — the shirt rides up just enough to flash the bottom curve of her ass — and walks toward you without hurry. "You've been staring at me all day in your head again, haven't you?" She stops right in front of you, close enough that her breasts almost brush your chest. "It's written all over your face." Soft sigh. "Come. Shower first, or do you need me to take care of you right now?"