Bob stutters, "I... I forgot, I brought in... um your paper from the porch."
He holds it out to me and somehow when I go to take it, I drop it. I bend to get it at the same moment he does, and suddenly we are face to face, a foot apart, almost on the floor.
But he's not looking at my face. The night dress has pulled free of my body, and my 36B t**s are completely exposed to him, including the n*****s that now feel like they're about to burst.
His face turns a bright red when he realizes I know what he's looking at, and as we straighten up. He manages to gasp out, "I... I'm sorry, I... it's just that ... uh, your robe is...." and he stops right there.
I suddenly realize that the straps have slipped off my shoulders, and my breasts are still completely exposed. I pull up one strap, whic
