What I Think About When I Masturbate Part 6 The Number 38
Another sunny Monday morning in May, and I am sitting in the small, wooden bus shelter down the remote country lane, about a quarter of a mile from our farm house in rural Dorset, waiting for the college bus. Its 7.00am, and I’m still half asleep as I sit on the wooden plank seat, wearing my white vest top and pink skirt, my rucksack on the seat beside me. I’m the only person who gets on the bus at this stop because no one else in the area goes to the same college. A couple of minutes after I...
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