I let you come over and keep me company on my lazy Saturday evening at home. We're watching TV, but I can't help myself. I know which parts you love: my pussy, my tits, and my feet. So I let you stare while I show off. You know you're not allowed to touch, and it's funny to watch you watch me. You're frozen, jaw dropped, as I only half pay attention to you. I don't even talk to you. I allow it when you get brave enough to take a closer look. You're entranced and frustrated, because this is the closest you'll ever get to touching me.