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BATHTIME WITH ONE LEGGED ANNE.

by @terry-collett

Anne was in the bath splashing soapy water over her small breasts you were by the door looking anxiously about what if some one comes in? you asked the doors locked she said but we’re not meant to lock the door when we’re in the bath you said meant? you’re all full of laws and rules Skinny Kid laws and rules are meant to be broken that’s what gives us our freedom you looked at her damp black hair her breasts like two wet piglets I shouldn’t be here you said you dragged me in here she threw two handfuls of water over her face spitting out what got in her mouth shut the moaning Kid it’s not every 10 years old kid who gets to watch a woman bath you’re 12 you said well a 12 year old woman bath then she said taking hold of a sponge and washing under her arms where dark patches of hair grew I ought to go you suggested meekly no I might need you to help me out of the bath later I can’t stand on one fucking leg can I she said   now get your skinning backside over here you moved slowly from the door to the bath and watched her reluctantly wash between her thighs you can scrub my back she said I can’t reach behind without rolling over and almost fucking drowning she handed you the soapy sponge and you rubbed her back with one hand trying to look away not notice not to take it all in lovely she sighed lovely Kid and you scrubbed harder and then handed her back the sponge and stood back looking at the steamed up window thin rivulets of water running down the frosted glass now help me get up and out she said and pass me a towel you held her hand as she heaved herself up and she stood there like a one legged Venus and you gave her the white towel from the chair and helped her out on to the floor making wet foot marks as someone rattled the handle and called through the bathroom the door.
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Jan 8, 2013
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