"Oh yes! It's so cold out there."
"Give me your coat, my dear, and I'll just hang it out to dry."
Maryann peeled out of the clinging coat. She knew her clothing was soaked, and she felt somewhat uneasy about the fact that she was not wearing a bra. She had the sort of physique which is slender but sports quite massive breasts. Her n*****s, she knew, were erect with the cold and from rubbing against the wet silk of her blouse.
She was aware that this man could see most of the contours and details of her body as she struggled from the wet garment, aware also that her breasts themselves were wobbling quite obviously as they hung from her chest. In point of fact, she saw in the mirror over the fireplace, her breasts were not
actually as exposed as she feared they might be. Her n*****s did
