Saturday, 3 August 2019

Hills


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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