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It was a hot Sunday morning on the farm, and Debby giggled to herself over having managed to avoid church for once. She sat on the swing in the front yard, dressed in nothing but her turquoise-blue shorts and a pink blouse, her tanned legs and feet glinting satiny in the sunlight, her sandy-blonde hair bouncing against her shoulders as she swung and twirled on the swing, which was suspended from a limb of a tall pine tree. As she played on the swing, she was able to look down — past the nearby road and out over the valley. Behind her was the house and barn and the other farm buildings belonging to her parents, and beyond them were the pastures and fields. Sandstone bluffs stood boldly out of the side of a hill where the family property met the horizon.
“I’m free!” Debby squealed, kicking her legs up and wide as she swung forward. She laughed as the air rushed into her half-open blouse and tickled her well-developed teenage tits.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.