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Chapter 8 by wicker wicker

What's next?

Nowhere to be found

Thanks to you, the woman's bikini top is no more. It is vanished. She looked around in a panic for the top. Her kids looked around too, but not to the degree of urgency as their mom.

You snap your fingers, and another big wave swamps the woman, knocking her ass over head. She ends up with her bikini bottom around her legs and comes up sputtering, momentarily forgetting she is topless. She stands up and starts spitting out seawater. She then remembers she is giving everyone on the beach a free show, and a few people have noticed and are pointing and laughing. She then notices her bikini bottoms are down. Thanks to you, her bikini bottoms are full of wet sand. With one hand she pulls up her bikini bottoms, getting sand into very uncomfortable places. "Did you find mommy's top?" she asked her kids.

"No," they both said.

The woman gives up on her bikini top and does not want to risk getting swamped with another wave. Clamping her hands over her chest, she heads in to the beach, but as she does, her bikini bottom, weighted down with wet sand starts to slip down, so she reaches down and holds up her bottoms with her right hand and puts her left arm over her chest.

does she make it to the beach and her towel without further incident?

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