Washing Day

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Kaneka Hillyard rolled the sleeves of her shift up around her elbows; there was no need to get them soaking wet while doing this work. The wash basin was set up with washboard near a small stool. Hauling a bucket of water from the kitchen, Kaneka slowly poured it into the basin. Some of the water splashed, hitting her chest just where her shift made that deep V between her breasts.
Her knuckles wipe the water away idly and she bent to pour powdered soap into the basin, swishing it around in the water to make suds. She stood, sudsy hand pushing errant strands of her raven hair behind her ear. A soft sigh released through slightly parted lips as she began to toss dirty clothes into the basin. As she bent deeply her shift crept up over the back of her thighs to expose a glimpse of the soft curve of her backside. She mixed the clothes around in the soapy water.  She lowered herself onto the stool, tucking the shift between her legs. She pulled the washboard to her and held it in place between her thighs. Kaneka reached into the basin to pluck a wet garment from the water, unaware that her right breast was dangerously close to slipping out of the shift. Slowly, she rubbed the garment against the washboard, her body moving in rhythmic waves as she cleaned.

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