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A short while later, Donna found herself a block away from the library, waiting for a street light to change. She was pleased to see other people taking advantage of the nice weather, milling about, shopping, and frequently doing double-takes as she passed them by.

The crossing sign flashed "WALK" at her, and she stepped off the curb, crossing rapidly, as she didn't trust the drivers around her to pay attention to the crosswalk sign. Just after she crossed the curb onto the other sidewalk, her right flip-flop suddenly "betrayed" her, the center and left plugs popping free of the sole as her foot came forward. The sole of the flip-flop, suddenly dangling uselessly to the side, was **** forward by the strap barely hanging on between Donna's toes, before it hit the ground halfway out from under her foot. The abruptly uneven landing of her foot caused her to stumble several steps forward, the strap falling from between her toes as she went. She could feel her breasts bounce wildly, her nipples suddenly freed of the straps, as her feet finally scuff-slapped to a halt, her bare foot stinging slightly from the forceful impacts.

She could feel several sets of eyes on her, and she heard a male voice start to ask if she was ok, before trailing off. She looked in the direction of the voice, waved him off politely, and turned back for her lost shoe, noting both the man staring at her exposed breasts and his obviously irritated girlfriend staring daggers at her. Donna made her way back to her busted flip-flop, and promptly bent at the waist, her shirt dragging up her rounded butt, her thighs framing her dampening snatch clearly. She heard the man's breath hitch, causing his girlfriend to exclaim, "Stop staring at that brazen attention whore and get your ass moving!" Hopefully he wouldn't get in too much trouble!

Donna stayed partially bent over for a few moments, mock wrestling with the straps on her flip-flop, her exposed breasts jiggling delightfully as she did so. She heard several catcalls and a few disgruntled exclamations from men and women alike as she did so, before she finally put the straps back in. She then gave one final bend at the waist to place the flip-flop back on the ground, before finally straightening up and stepping back into it.

Only then did she mock-notice her exposed breasts, her hands flying up to cover them before she, somewhat aggressively, tried to cover them with the straps. This led to a few seconds of first one, then the other breast being exposed by either her hand being removed or a strap moving just a little too far, before she finally got them tucked away again. With everything set to rights again, it was time to move on, before someone either called the cops or tried to approach her, and she did so, leaving the catcalls and complaints behind her.

Another smile graced her face as that familiar warmth pulsed merrily in her loins. Donna loved showing off, she loved the attention, and she loved this shirt she'd made more with every passing moment!