Fashion show!

Looking at a rack of clothing she could just walk away with was too much, besides, no one was around so those cans wouldn't walk away for a few minutes. Mary Jane looked around to make sure that no one was around, fingers itching to check through the racks.

A full 360 later a backpack hit the floor. Already knowing that she was alone Mary Jane's top and bra also hit the floor a moment later. Mary Jane reveling in feeling the air on her tits. She'd been unable to let them breath in the bunker.

Stretching out and feeling better than she had all week she let her hands run through the rack until she felt a fabric she liked. Pulling the too small top over her breasts she giggled at the 'tit-splosion'.

Ripping the top in half she let her tits spill out again, she'd always wanted to do that!