Looking over, I had to blink twice as I took in what had happened. Somehow--completely by accident, I was sure--Molly's bite of pie had slipped off her fork and miraculously, once again, landed on her boob where it sat, glistening in the low light. Her eyes were entirely focused on me, a gentle smile on her lips.
"Does being nude make it harder to get food into your mouth?" I asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Very much so," she replied, her smile widening.
"I would have expected you'd have plenty of practice by this point."
"A bit, but sometimes I still mess up. Rarely."
"Rarely." It was hard to match her mostly serious tone, given this was the second time tonight.
"Yup."
"I see. Well, what are you going to do about it?"
"Hmm." She raised a finger to her lips, looking thoughtful as if th
