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At first Sarah didn’t even see what the pictures were all about. It was Julie’s ragged breathing that made her realize that she was being shown something naughty. Then as she focused on the naked girl on hands and knees, she gave a little cry and put a hand to her mouth.
“Oh, that’s awful!. I don’t think I’d better look at . . .” But Julie had already turned the page and seemed more excited than ever.
“Look at this one. His cock is actually going into her body! Ohhh, that gives me the shivers. Doesn’t it you Sarah? Doesn’t it?”
Sarah gave a weak nod, nervously twisting a strand of blonde hair around her finger. She wasn’t looking at the pictures anymore. She could almost feel her father’s wrath. The good and righteous preacher who glowered at her for even the most minor transgressions. What would he do if he knew her virgin eyes had fallen on the wicked pages of the book Julie held?
But Sarah didn’t say anything. She had no friends to speak of in Riverdale. Everyone knew what a pain her old man was. Always quoting the Bible, always admonishing people to live a true-blue life of prayer and fasting and self-denial. Sarah didn’t bother to bring kids to the house anymore. And the whispers behind her back at the school had made her somewhat withdrawn and independent. Then Julie had come to town and the two of them had hit off immediately.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.