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Wingshadow
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Mary slipped into the house late one afternoon, her shoulders slightly slumped as she hobbled through the door and set down her purse on the counter. The television was still on, but she passively ignored the lights and sounds in the next room as it was most likely on the account of her younger brother staying up watching one of his favorite shows. She walked past the living room, down the hall toward her room which she turned the knob of and flopped herself down heavily upon her bed. One arm lay across her forehead, eyes staring up at the ceiling while her long blonde hair fanned out beneath her. Her eyes gently closed, replaying the scene that had played out before her not thirty minutes ago...
Why did it happen to her, of all people? It always seemed to be the same story. A nice guy would invite her out to parties and other social gatherings, but he would always introduce her to his girlfriend as soon as she got her hopes up that he might actually be interested in herself. No, it was the same story over and over again. Did no decent, single guys exist in the world? She wished that at least one or two existed, preferably around her own age or slightly older.
As a show of desperation and mounting frustration, her left hand slowly reached beneath her skirt, her left pointer finger gently tracing up and down her panties along her slit. Turning herself over to get slightly better access, she didn't even remember that she had failed to lock her door before getting started.
Why did it happen to her, of all people? It always seemed to be the same story. A nice guy would invite her out to parties and other social gatherings, but he would always introduce her to his girlfriend as soon as she got her hopes up that he might actually be interested in herself. No, it was the same story over and over again. Did no decent, single guys exist in the world? She wished that at least one or two existed, preferably around her own age or slightly older.
As a show of desperation and mounting frustration, her left hand slowly reached beneath her skirt, her left pointer finger gently tracing up and down her panties along her slit. Turning herself over to get slightly better access, she didn't even remember that she had failed to lock her door before getting started.