As I walked up, I noticed almost all of the guys are crowded around old man Carver's booth.
I figured Amy was there, talking to them, as they ogled her outfit. When I was close enough, I saw Amy had changed.
She was wearing an American flag top, tied in the middle. The top was way too small for her impressive rack, barely covering her nipples. Pretty much everything between her nipples was exposed, and the ends tied together looked like they were under a lot of strain.
She had put on a pair of Daisy Duke shorts, showing off her butt quite nicely. I circled around the booth, being less crowded, so I could see Amy's butt in those shorts.
As I looked at her back, it came to me. The shorts were real, but the top wasn't. I could see it had no depth. Shit, that was a bodypaint shirt. I couldn't believe it, Amy standing up there, basically topless.
Seeing her naked last night could not compare to knowing she was talking to a roomful of guys with really nothing covering her breasts. I could imagine everyone of those guys was thinking how those breasts would look as they fucked her hard and fast. I know I was!! |