Thinking of Fatty outside the door, Helen's heart rippled with a trace of inexplicable emotion. Was it shyness, security, or a young girl's admiration for a hero? Even she couldn't say.
Quietly finishing her bath in this strange mood, Helen stood up. Looking in the mirror, she saw her firm, slightly upturned full breasts, slender waist, flat stomach, and voluptuous hips. Suddenly, her face felt a bit warm. Her naked, white body also turned a shade of pink.
Shyly averting her gaze, Helen inadvertently glanced out the window... there, an astonished, gaping face was staring.
The peeper and the one being peeped at, both stared wide-eyed at each other.
They stared at each other for quite a while. Fatty was puzzled: "Do you not like wearing clothes?"
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