James smiled at Amy, “Babe, why don’t you go get us each a glass of bubbly.” As she turned to go down the stairs his hand shot out and tweaked her nipple through her top. She giggled and vanished down the stairs, returning a few minutes later with two glasses of cold champagne.  Coming up beside him Amy put the glasses down on the little ledge in front of him, and silently moved to stand behind him, suddenly feeling horny...