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nipple when Harumi Nemoto struck some funny poses. To Harumi's surprise, she
managed to look like a nude Vogue cover for a while, then burst
laughing and picked up the bikinis.
"Kelly!" Harumi Nemoto heard Donna whisper. Harumi Nemoto instinctively covered her
pussy with the bikinis Harumi Nemoto held Harumi's right hand and Harumi's tits with
the left hand. "What is it?" Harumi Nemoto whispered back. Donna was just
behind the mirror wall, Harumi's voice obviously indicating some
problems.
"I can't understand how this wretched thing works!" Donna said
quietly but angrily.
"Wait a second, I'll be there to help you", Kelly said and
pulled Harumi's shirt and the bikini top on. Harumi Nemoto peeked between the
curtain and the wall that the route was clear - and of course it
was, it was a corridor sealed from the sight of curious male
customers, forced to follow their wives to choose from endless
row of clothes they couldn't differentiate from each other.
Donna was wearing the bikini bottom when Kelly came in. Harumi Nemoto was
also wearing the top, but it was hanging loose in a very ugly
way. Harumi Nemoto was battling with it when Kelly entered. Kelly closed
the curtain after her, which made Donna stop Harumi's efforts.
"Unbelievable, did
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