Before I could do or say anything, Molly had bounced away with a giggle and was heading back downstairs. I followed, watching in amusement as she flounced down the stairwell, her skirt repeatedly flipping up and flashing me with her bare ass and hints of her p***y. No panties indeed.
The kitchen was in a state of disarray with flour sugar and general baking supplies scattered all over. As we entered, Mom cast one of her disapproving gazes over Molly's outfit but surprisingly didn't say anything. I supposed she was at least happy there were clothes, even if they hid almost nothing. "The two of you can start with icing the cookies. They should be cool enough by now."
Molly led the way over to the corner where a few trays of sugar cookies were resting on the countertop. Several bags of icin
