Strange Taste

‘My name’s Georgie,’ she disclosed, ‘Shall we go outside and play in the garden?’
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She took hold of his hand and led him through the outhouse to the garden. It was getting dark.
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‘There,’ she whispered, ‘Now keep still. Forget the world. Think about me.’
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After Georgie had finished, he watched her squat beside the bed, wiping her sweaty body.
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She brightened for him, ‘Ah, h-how lovely to h-hear from you. Will I f-f-f-feel you later?’
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I felt totally shagged if I’m honest. That night, I admit, I’d enjoyed myself pleasuring him. His lack of maturity only made me want him more.
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She was there for him. Beautiful. Adorable. The first change he noticed in her was she was wearing a bright red rouge that complemented her scarlet singlet and tiny hot pants.
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Georgie was horrified, ‘They cut you there while you were wide awake?’ she felt his head rub her breast, ‘That must’ve hurt. What did you do?’
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She wasn’t frightened. Even as her lips swelled up, she trusted him, believed in him.
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‘I dreamed I was a child again,’ Georgie whispered, her voice laced with wonder, ‘dreamt my daddy was alive, frolicking in the hay with me, the baby lambs. He gave me one as a pet, y’know. I called
her Brenda.’
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Georgie was heavy with child. Her breasts were swollen with milk. Her abdomen, fully distended.
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