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Carrying her bookbag in her left hand and her sneakers in her right, Sandra tiptoed barefoot through the dewy grass of the pasture. The sun was no more than a reddish streak on the horizon and a chill still hung in the dawn air, but Sandra didn’t mind. The blood throbbed hot in her temples and between her legs. She was trembling, but not from the morning air.
She glanced over her shoulder, relieved to see the horsebarn was between her and the house, where her dad and brother still slept. If one of them were to wake up now and to look out the window, the horsebarn would hide her. Feeling a surge of freedom and excitement, Sandra dropped her books and shoes and began taking off her clothes.
Sandra’s cunt throbbed, leaking juice, and she peeled off her jeans and panties as fast as she could. She wouldn’t have time to run back to the house for a change of clothes before the school bus arrived, so she couldn’t risk getting her panties and jeans all wet. She dropped the panties and felt the morning breeze slip between her legs and nibble at her burning crotch.
Sandra pulled off her T-shirt, then reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it slide off and tumble to the ground.
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