(Lucretia nods, and sets the clothes down on the kitchen counter, coming around behind Beverly to help. For a moment, Beverly brushing her hair out of the way to expose the nape of her neck distracts her utterly and completely. Lucretia pauses with her hands on the zipper.)
It's gorgeous, (she manages eventually and eases the zip down, but it's quite hard not to stall herself again as this only reveals the curves of Beverly's shoulder blades, the back of her bra.)
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It's gorgeous, (she manages eventually and eases the zip down, but it's quite hard not to stall herself again as this only reveals the curves of Beverly's shoulder blades, the back of her bra.)
The dress, I mean. And you, uh, in it. (help!!!!)