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MARY'S BATHTIME 1963.

by @TerryCollett

Mary undressed for her Friday bath. The water was steaming steam rose to the off-white ceiling. She dipped in a foot withdrew it again. Feckin' 'ot. She turned on the cold water tap. It cooled down the water. She turned off the tap and put in a foot again. That's better. She climbed in the bath and sat down. Water reached her small taut breasts. Luk at de sight av dem. Two love bites stained one breast. Magdalene's work. She picked up a pink sponge and soaped it up. Washed her neck, arms, breasts and down between thighs. Nuns an' their blather. Buff an' blister Thomas an' 'er ideas for lent. She wished the nun would go to holy Rome. She soaped her sex standing up. Magdalene wud love dis. She sponge down with water washing the soap off. A love bite on her right thigh high up. Magdalene lipped her and kissed her. That time at Magdalene's parents' house while they were out shopping. Both naked on the bed. Nip as babes. Mary stepped out of the warm bath. She grabbed a white towel began to dry herself. Wish Magdalene wus here nigh. Ruba-dub-dub. Once dried she stood and gazed at herself in the mirror. Jist loike Eve. That time at Magdalene's house lying abed with a thousand thoughts going round in her head.
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Written by
TerryCollett
78 / M
Published
Jun 23, 2017
Time
3m
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AN IRISH GIRL ON HER BATHNIGHT 1963.

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