Lets her milk jugs loose

Cremia was a girl who knew when to admit defeat. These two, muppets though they were, had clearly thought through a plan to **** her as she couldn't see their faces, but knew they were grinning. "I'll just run home. Who cares if these dirtbags see me naked. No-one will ever believe them anyways" she told herself, trying to be as positive as she could be as she looked at her clothes.

Today she was wearing her usual white blouse and yellow neckerchief, as well as a long purple skirt and boots. A tight brown belt and an earring or two were her only other clothing, panties and bras a thing that city girls wore, not someone born and raised on the ranch like she had been. She reached for her shirt to take it off, but one of the Gormans stepped forward. "Mrs Cremia, we only accept shirts if the other articles of clothing don't tally up. We don't want the nightmare of having to break a shirt down into socks sandals excetera" he stated as they both giggled like schoolboys.

"Okay fine then. What should I remove first then?" she asked with annoyance as they looked at one another.