The
landscape stretched out before us. We were hiking up over the hills to reach a
far peak, named Twin Tops.
A name
that reminded me of something else, something warm and wobbly. I looked over at
Amy.
She was busy rearranging her rucksack. I whistled and she looked up. I saw down her purple vest top and there they were, two lovely breasts belonging to Amy. She wore no bra.
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