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The shirt was long and reached a couple of inches below her crotch but the big arm-holes and scoop neck exposed the tops and sides of her breasts. She was wearing her polka-dot bikini underneath the shirt and although it was certain no one would notice, she also wore a pair of low-cut canvas shoes.The bikini was scandalously skimpy. Kara had bought it for a trip to Jamaica, not to wear anyplace where she might be recognized. If the undershirt hadn't been made of such thin material, I wouldn't have known she was wearing the bikini too. It was a good thing there wasn't much traffic on our street; Kara was wearing the minimum possible for mowing the lawn on a hot day; anyone seeing her was going to do a double-take. It really was too daring for the front yard but that's what Kara wanted to wear and I wasn't about to suggest she put on more clothes.Kara had tied the bikini strings loosely. As she bent over to kiss me the bikini top and the undershirt fell away enough to give me a view of. .. um, you know..."Lanno thought it endearing that she still blushed faintly when she tried to talk about sex, no matter how ardently she did the act. He slipped an arm around her waist. Evella shivered as he drew her close. "I'm sure it will be soon. Just hang in there. Maybe the fact that you lasted the whole afternoon means it's finally wearing off."Evella shook her head. "No, it's still rather strong. I'm..." She glanced behind her briefly, her blush deepening. Her legs shifted. "My undergarment is soaked, Lanno," she whispered.Lanno took a slow breath through his nose and let it go as his manhood stirred. "Well, we'll take care of that very shortly."Evella smiled faintly. "Thank you, Lanno, you've been very good to me." I hope you've at least been enjoying our trysts together, Evella. I mean, I want it to be pleasant for you, at least." Oh, yes, it has been, very much so. I-I look forward to it." She squirmed, and her nipples rose and swelled against her blouse. Her breathing.
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