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The MILF pushed her cart forward a foot and grabbed the belt that held her trendy, golden-cream dress shut. The fabric had the hue of champagne. No one spoke as they stripped. I watched them, the young man popping off his t-shirt while his mother opened her dress, her large breasts constrained in a gray bra with pink lace trim. The gray panties had a high cut to them, two triangles of cloth connected by a thin waistband of pink lace. She reached behind her and undid her bra as her son kicked off his shoes and pushed down his pants. She wasn't the only woman stripping naked. A cutie popped off a t-shirt to reveal a pair of round breasts. Clearly, she hadn't bothered with a bra today. Her nipples were pierced with silver barbells. Another woman had a spiky tribal stamp hidden beneath her motherly dress, her rump plump as she bent over to step out of her sea-green panties. The MILF bared her big breasts. They were lush. Her son didn't seem to notice them swaying before him as he finished stripping out of his jeans and feet boxers. He went bored again, naked and finished with his command. His mother pushed down her panties, her black bush coming into view. I smiled, sweeping my gaze around the store. The Hispanic guy stood naked and bored by a central display covered in various types of citrus fruits from oranges to limes. Other women were nude all around me, a small-breasted beauty taking off her heels last, her dark hair swaying about her face. As they finished stripping, they went bored. I grinned, loving this device. I began stripping naked, too. indian I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes. I asked if that was the case, but thankfully Dad argued that I could keep partaking in the game if I wanted. You knew things had been moved, but only by inches so couldn't quite place what was wrong about everything. “So... 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