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The scent of her sex mingled with the smell of her scent -  sweet myrrh like Molly before her. Oh she was full alright, fit to burst . It was an inside ache – quite the opposite to the shriek of his dick – it was secret, hidden like a lie. She didn’t care what he thought but she was glad he watched her. Across the street she saw the ripple of his blind, lazy winking half-open and she felt the sudden warm wet rush as she positioned herself on a wooden school chair. Her fingers were stand-ins for a plethora of phallus and in the grainy light one foot toe-tipped whilst the other flattened against bare floorboards. She would show him.

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