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“Come on Erica,” Clare called.
Through the trees, Erica could see her friend’s nightgown wafting in the wind. Her long, white legs flashed and her tits bounced as she darted behind another tree and frowned back towards Erica, who hunkered behind a bush.
“You sure they won’t know we’re out here?”
“Phil keeps the dog inside. At least at night.” Clare frowned again and waved Erica closer.
Erica came up beside her and peered wide-eyed through the leaves at the single square of light that was the groundkeeper’s bedroom window. She was already in a state of intense sexual arousal from having talked for hours about boys and cocks, and what it must be like to get fucked. Erica could feel the dampness of her panty crotch and the tingling glow around her tits. If her mother ever suspected that Clare was such a devilish and wild girl, she would never have let Erica spend the night at Clare’s. But Erica hadn’t told about Clare’s trouble at school – how she’d almost been suspended for carrying a half-pint of vodka in her purse, or how she smoked cigarettes between classes when she could get away with it.
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