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“How are my folks treating you, Tammy?” Priscilla asked over the phone. The young girl was sprawled out on the bed, the phone propped against her ear.
“Your parents are real nice,” Tammy replied. A hint of unhappiness revealed itself in the girl’s voice. She was sitting at the bedroom window, looking at the street below. The city traffic and people bothered her. She wished she were back home on the farm in her own room.
“Your parents are great, too, Tammy,” Priscilla said happily, cutting into Tammy’s homesick thoughts. “The exchange program that my school set up is really terrific!” She was bubbling with joy. “I wish I could stay here on your farm all summer.” She squirmed on her belly. The tight jeans cutting into her crotch sent a tremor through her virgin pussy.
“I’m glad it’s just for two weeks, Priscilla. I can’t get used to all the noise of the city,” Tammy Hudson said. She closed her eyes, thought about Beauty, her golden pony. It was going to be a lonely two weeks. “Have you ridden Beauty yet?”
“I will today,” Priscilla bubbled. “Your father is going to show him to me later. Hey, Tammy, have you met any boys yet?”
“I haven’t been out of your house since I got here yesterday.” Priscilla Kirkland rolled on her back, keeping the phone to her ear. Her hand gradually combed her body, touched her small budding breasts. She giggled, “Wait until you meet the boys in the neighborhood. They’re always trying to feel you up.”
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