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Chapter 8 by thedudeman thedudeman

Does she get the towel

No

Of course luck was against her today, and when she reached down an evil breeze snatched up the white fabric, and started running away with it. “NOOOOO!” Rose screamed as she chased after it, and by the time she caught it, and had it wrapped around her as best as possible, she was by her mailbox

Rose started making her way back to the house, when a shout from her father stopped her. “Hey Rose, since you’re already over there, do you think you could get the mail?” Rose groaned as she opened it to find a huge stack of junk mail, clearly too big to carry with one hand. She was barely even a step toward the house, when a familiar unraveling sensation started around her. Rose stopped dead as the towel fell open, her pale toned butt cheeks exposed for everyone again. Right now it was hanging off of Rose’s sizable boobs, and she feared that any sudden movements would cause the thing to fall.

“Rose, just get the mail to the house I’ll get the towel. And then please put some clothes on.” Rose wanted to argue that if they didn’t constantly keep needing her help, then she would've been dressed a while ago.

The tanned, athletic woman made a mad sprint for the door, and finally she reached it. Rose bolted inside, and threw the mail on a table. A few seconds later, her father came through the same door, and tossed the nude woman her abysmal source of cover.

Can she put on clothes

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