All I saw was a hand shoot up into view, holding the green panties aloft like a championship trophy.
We fell out all over again. It had to be five minuets before I could see through the tears.
I climbed up the side of the bed first, resting my arms and chip on the bedspread. Damn, I was dizzy.
Gwen crawled up the other side, taking the same position. Her face was red as a beet, “Yo…” Gwen couldn’t stop snickering. MJ finally sat up clutching her gut.
Gwen looks at us with the most bemused look I’ve ever seen. “Yo… I’m butt-ass naked…” Her eyes darted back and forth between us. “Why is that so funny?”
We lost it, again.
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By the time I was capable of standing, Gwen had on her panties and the button up shirt that MJ ditched before. She let it hang open in the front showing off her abs and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. MJ turned the radio down. Thank God, the lack of oxygen in my brain was giving me enough of a headache. I didn’t need Jessica Simpson helping in out.
“Okay, I got a case of the munchies. You guys want anything?” Gwen asked, heading for the door.