"OK, Trieste, your turn to get stripped now." It wasn't an easy job because the fabric of her costume was still damp, but the co-ordinated strength of their muscular arms handled the chore with ease, peeling the fabric away from her skin and leaving Trieste as bare born naked as they were. Naked and stretched out on top of a towel with both of them putting their hands where her bikini had been. Helga took a step forward, as if about to interfere, then stopped as Billy swore at her.
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