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With a strangled mutter, she excused herself and rose to leave the table. She had to pass Lowell on the way out, but something on Gwen’s abandoned chair caught the edge of her wrap-around skirt and jerked it open. The pale, youthfully swelling flesh above her stocking gleamed in the light from the chandelier and the edge of taut, white panties showed. She heard an ominous popping sound-the first threads that held the waist button on-and stopped abruptly. Lowell’s even teeth flashed in a grin of sympathetic delight and he touched the soft flesh with his fingertips.
Judy gasped. She flinched violently and felt the button fly from her skirt. With a wild grab she salvaged the situation, but not before the garment had slipped entirely away from the delicious roundness of her buttocks and momentarily exposed the full taper of her long, graceful thighs.