“Mommy, can you figure out what’s wrong with it?” twelve-year-old Timmy asked as his mother bent over the fender of their ancient Ford and stared at the engine. “Quiet!” said the lad’s twin sister, Beth. “Let Mama think.” Marcella, hearing the approach of a vehicle along the back-country road, bent a bit farther and elevated her hips. The breeze, which had been gusting across the prairie, dipped underneath her light skirt and billowed it up above her bottom. The approaching driver got a sudden, unexpected view of her generous buttocks, which packed and expanded the filmy fabric of her pastel panties...
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