Simpsons Porn Story: The Estate (Pt4)

Simpsons Porn Story: The Estate (Pt4)

The Estate (Pt4)

Bart had woke the next day feeling refreshed, it wasn’t until he had got up that the freshness was not quite as fresh as it had appeared, he had felt twangs and aches as he walked to the bathroom. He guessed it was due to his new powers draining him, he shook them off, washed and dressed and went to the dinning room, the smell of cooking filling his nostrils and drawing im there making his stomach rumble. It was while he was at breakfast that morning that he had see Joanne again, he had smiled while he had eaten as she had been the one who again stood at the side in case there had been anything he had required, he had but hadn’t asked. He had slipped from his body again and stood before he, he recalled her look on her face as he had slowly touched her up again, feeling her body firmer in her uniform. He look of terror and fear, her darting eyes and the thoughts in her head, she was welcoming the touches but the surroundings and timing were a different matter.

Ohh god, she had thought, no….not here……not now, panicking really, fearful of being seen by another member of staff as her body would no doubt react like last night to the touches this unseen thing……this entity was giving her. Bart had not wanted her to feel embarrassed so he had suggested she find somewhere more……secluded. He had smiled as he recalled her looking around then walking off, he had obviously followed, she had entered a small room under the stairs which was used as a utility room by the staff to store there equipment, bart had entered with her, she had closed the door and she felt the need to get onto her hands and knees, raise her uniform and slide her panties to the side, felt the need as bart had again suggested it to her. For the second time bart had starred at that shaven pussy from behind, he had removed his cock which was already hard and ready and knelt behind her.

Though Joanne knew she was physically alone in the room, she could see no one, she certainly felt her pussy open and stretch as the night before as barts engorged and mentally larger penis easily slid into her, his earlier touching and her thoughts well aware of what was about to transpire had aroused her as quickly as bart had become aroused. Joanne had placed her hand over her mouth to suppress her moans of pleasure as bart had fucked her, again spilling his youthful load into her well fucked pussy. The endurance was not there as last night as bart felt tiredness creeping up, as soon as it was over he had returned to his body and gone back to his bedroom, satisfied, content but tired, it was then he had found that the taxing he was feeling was down to his activities, though not physically doing what his mind was doing his body still felt the effects….more so.

He would limit what he was doing, hoping that he would grow in stamina and it was simply because he was a beginner, experience would also bring endurance or so he hoped. After falling onto the comfy bed for another sleep, he awoke again around noon, he felt refreshed once more but as this morning the twangs and aches were there. He let the remainder of the day be normal. The next day started the same as the previous, he had rose feeling hungry to which he washed and went to the dinning room, Joanne was there again but this time bart didn’t use his powers, she would be there whenever he wanted her so he would use them elsewhere today and if the opportunity didn’t arise, well……Joanne would be paid a visit. It did arise though, bart had returned to his bedroom and wandered onto his balcony feeling the fresh air and blazing sun revitalize him more, the sun had felt great on his skin, he had sat by the balcony edge looking at the view before him. The pool beneath where he noticed his parents were sun bathing, the hedges which separated the pool from walkways and more hedges which led onto vast fields and in the distance the forest. All green, all well kept it was a very pretty view which he looked upon.

Bart had looked down to his parents as they lay soaking up the suns rays, his father was sound asleep he could see that from here, his mother he was unsure about, he slipped into her mind, the once thought god fearing, faithful wife and mother had been seen in a different light, yes she had been drunk to a certain degree, but she had enjoyed what was happening to her that night in the small room, he had felt that, and now when he entered her mind, he saw her thoughts were full of that very evening. She was not only recalling it, but reliving it, every detail, she was sober now and there was not one hint of guilt that bart could feel, she was aroused and feeling very horny, bart sensed that, she was seeking out memories, lingering on certain memories, her desire and lust was peeking, bart even saw her recall monty’s face, lingered on the moment when her body was being slammed into the chair as he powerfully rammed his cock into her, then as she took it from behind, unaware he was actually inside burns body fucking her too, the memory went over and over in her mind, bart had thought if she wants to recall it, why not let it happen again, he searched and found burns, taking a short and leisurely stroll.

Multi person suggesting was not something bart had tried, so this would be a new for him too, he sensed burns was not to far from the pool so suggested to him to make his way that way, he did, merely thinking it was he who had decided this course change, his mother, he suggested she rise from the chair she was in, he watched her as she slipped on her sarong, the timing would have to be perfect, but he was sure he could manipulate that too, his father wasn’t really in the equation as he was sleeping but he had to have an eye kept on him. His mother ready, dressed from head to toe in her bikini and sarong moved off going nowhere in particular but just going and it seemed perfectly natural to do so left the pool area and reached the hedge which surrounded the area, as she did so she walked straight into burns who too was going nowhere in particular but seemed completely normal.

They stopped and starred at each other for a second or two, then under barts influence, burns moved forward, his hands on both marges shoulders pushing her backwards, she in turn moved backwards not calling or shouting or resisting just moving backwards, then as if planned, which to a certain degree it was, she stumbled, they both fell to the floor burns atop of marge, barely had they reached the floor when their mouths met, the kiss was passionate, they lusted after each other like two young kids, tongues switching mouths, burns hands fell onto and gently mauled her barely protected breasts her hands grasping the thin cotton shirt he wore at the arms, not pushing him away, but pulling him closer, bart could see from his vantage point clearly but he also had the birds eye view, the view both new lovers had of each other through their eyes.

Within seconds, marges breasts were released from the bikini top, the nipples aroused hard and ready, his fingers rubbed and tweaked them, her hands slipped from his arms, they slid beneath him, between them both, she fumbled for his trousers, his button and zipper, like a mad woman she had to get again to the hard cock which was now pressed against her, it was free, she moaned as she took hold of it, feeling the warm hard flesh of his shaft, his hands likewise followed hers, one gripped her wrist as she toyed with him, the other slipped under her bikini bottoms and his fingers once more enjoyed her wetness.

Bart watched as they kissed, fumbled and moaned just behind the hedge, over on the other side, directly opposite where they were less than three feet away was the sleeping form of homer, he had been directly below the other night as his wife had been fucked in the room upstairs, now he was to be even closer, bart sensed and felt monty slip her bikini bottoms to the side, then felt the ecstasy they both felt as his cock once more slipped easily into her. He watched as they fucked like wild animals, his butt pounding up and down with such force, his loose trousers slipped slightly revealing his arse cheeks, his mothers legs and arms were wrapped around his skinny frame pulling him deeper into her bart closed his eyes and leaned back for a few seconds, feeling his own cock throb inside his trousers, his own arousal heighten as he sensed both their sensations as they fucked.

With the passion, lust and risk it wasn’t long before bart sensed both of their minds clouding as the impending orgasms grew and neared, he felt what burns was feeling, the contracting muscles of his mothers vaginal walls, the hot wetness of her pussy, the soft firm breasts still in his hands, he felt burns stomach, the internal glow as the orgasm neared, his mother too, her inner abdominal butterflies as she too neared, he heard them whispering, heard his mother moaning, harder monty fuck me harder, oh god yess. Im cumming im cumming, he smiled, he heard monty’s grunts as he too was almost there, then he felt his body shiver nad quiver as he exploded into her, felt the spasms as he gushed more and more, spewing out the hot creamy liquid into the waiting hole. Marge came just as monty did, the feel of the warm jet on her insides sending her over the edge bringing her orgasm to its conclusion.

Bart smiled, leaving the two where they were, no more involvement, they could sort it out for themselves, he had retired back to the bedroom, he wasn’t tired, he had a mild headache but knew it would pass. That had been three days ago, now they were in the car travelling home, all had enjoyed their stay, all except marge and bart had been surprised when monty had said they must do it again, and soon. All the way home in the car bart listened to them exchange stories on what they had done, he listened but he was concentrating on his mothers thoughts, all she had in her mind was cock, hard cock, burns’s hard cock thrusting into her, bart grinned as he felt his mothers desire for more, she had rated burns far higher than even homer in size, duration and pleasure, bart knew she wanted more, and he knew she would get it too, before they stayed there again, he may even help in that, for now he was content on listening to her thoughts, his own also drifting to how he would use his powers over the next few days…..

The next day, numerous opportunities were passed up by bart to use his powers, whether it was intentional or instinctual he didn’t know, he basically just couldn’t be bothered, perhaps it was his bodies way of recuperating, he played as a normal child did, he was with his best mate Milhouse and caught up on the chat and the games he had missed out with his friend for the week, time flew and before he knew it it was bathing and slipping into bed, it felt welcoming and he slipped into a sound sleep which wasn’t broken until the alarm the following morning, bart bolted out of bed and was washed dressed and eating breakfast in quick record time, his mother was shocked, it was a school day and bart was there ready without one raised voice, he had even beaten lisa, an unusual thing to say the least. Bart had come to the conclusion strengthening his mind was the way forward, he was going to learn at school, the thought had shocked him so he hadn’t told anyone, tuning the mind he was sure was the way forward and what better place than school. Soon he was in and sat at his desk waiting for the day, waiting for the lesson whatever was thrown at him.

The lesson was a maths one, he didn’t like maths, he didn’t like lessons at all, but he was determined to have a go, he settled his head down, it was a surprise test, 100 questions each progressively difficult, he stared at the numbers, his pencil end in his mouth, deep in thought, he could easily cheat and enter someone’s mind for the answers but he didn’t want that, not yet anyway, if he thought his score was going to be so bad then perhaps. The day was bright, the classroom bright and airy, all the kids had there heads down in their work, all was quiet. Bart looked up, miss krabbapple was at her desk, her head also down doing….well what ever teachers did in lessons, tests, probably reading a book, bart sighed, this was more taxing than he had imagined, had wanted, his mind as often did wandered aimlessly.

Purely accidentally, barts mind slipped into miss Edna crab-apples mind, she was reading a book, quite an erotic book if truth be told, he heard her voice as she slowly read the passage, then re read it over, hardly surprising really, it was quite an erotic piece, bart was intrigued, she read and read it over and over again, His hand slid up her thigh, beneath the silky material of her dress no Petra said, my husband, Anton barely heard her plea, his hand continued up and passed the silky nylon material until his fingers, his long strong fingers touched her quivering flesh, her voice said no, but her body was screaming yes. Higher, until they reached what they sought, the intimate, secret place of all women. Petra sighed, her no’s were gone, now she accepted, his toying expert fingers released the pent up passion she had been trying to control. Anton touched and caressed her moistness, with her husband a few feet away making business talk with executives of other companies Petra was having her will removed as she felt this young mans fingers slide into her.

Bart listened as she read on, the book becoming more and more erotic, the danger of being caught, the proximity of the husband, bart smiled, it all sounded so familiar to him not too long ago he witnessed, or rather initiated something very similar by the swimming pool, he continued to listen, continued to get excited and aroused and continued to feel and sense his teachers arousal. He sensed also her reluctance to read on, she was becoming very excited and aroused, something she didn’t care to do in school with the kids here, bart didn’t allow her the choice, he instructed her to continue, and not only that, become really involved with the book, almost as one with the character. Bart listened as she read on, Anton had apparently not only fingered the exciting young Petra whilst her husband and their colleagues talked he had blatantly slipped beneath the table. Petra had a mixed look on her face of fright, worry and pleasure as she felt this daring young business man slide between her thighs, or rather his head, she tried to fight off his advances, tried in vain, she wanted it, wanted it so badly but here, and now, the risk was too great, but his persuasion and her passion were winning over, her resisting legs slowly gave and her eyes darted around the room making sure she wasn’t, they weren’t seen as she felt his hot breath on her inner thigh and rising.

Bart slipped from his mind, the test, well it could wait, the questions would be easy, he would take them from someone, even if his score was not what he wanted, he would make it somewhat more respectable than what it was now, he had a much more important agenda to see to. In his mind he had miss krabbapple read ” hand slip up her thigh” over and over again, imagining it was her thighs, her skirt the hand was slipping up. He slipped through and beneath the table, if he would have been visible, the desk would have hidden him from view from the rest of the kids, as it were, he was invisible so it was academic.

He gently touched her thigh, he would have felt like a soft breeze at first, over nad over again the sentence was read, slowly, bart made his form a little more solid, as he had at the estate, eventually he knew he could be felt, more than a breeze but and actual sensation, edna was feeling it, she was so engrossed in her book however, it seemed more like a fantasy to her than actual touching. Bart smiled as his hand travelled up nad down her thighs to just below the hem of the skirt, each time slipping a little further, a few more inches up the skirt, near the top he instructed her, persuaded her to part her thighs, they did, more and more solid he became as it were, still invisible but enough for him to actually feel her as well as sense her and her to feel his touch, she didn’t flinch, the book was doing its job.

Edna was lost in the book, she was there, she was Petra, she wasn’t here in the classroom with these kids she was in exotic places with a young handsome rich business man, he was beneath the table, his hands caressing her thighs, his breath on her, she could feel his hands on her thighs, her heart was beating faster she could feel its thump in her chest, her breathing was deeper, quicker she felt the hands on her thighs, sliding up and down, she felt them under her dress, she was there, she was there, her eyes closed, the book, gone from view was un needed she could feel Anton’s soft hands caressing her thighs, deep breaths she felt her thighs open slightly, felt the hands slide between her thighs as they still caressed up and down, higher and higher, oblivious to the fact she was in the class room, edna bowed her head and rested her forearms on her desk, she felt the hands sliding still higher, her heart quickened more as she opened her legs……opened them for Anton.

Bart inwardly smiled as he felt his teachers legs open, his hands slid higher, higher up her smooth legs, he was as solid now as he had been the other day with Joanne, edna would have been able to feel his for sure, he could sense her, her arousal was high, she could definitely feel his touch, she had opened her legs to his touch, he bent forward and kissed her inner thigh, he felt the change instantly in her body and mind, she breathed in sharply she had sensed his presence not physically but in her mind, she welcomed it, she was enjoying it, suddenly she sat upright, she saw the class, saw they were all head down working, her eyes were wide open, her hand in a fist was over her open mouth as if about to cough ohh my god she quietly exclaimed as she felt the lips press and kiss her gusset, bart was aroused and once again extremely horny now as he felt the soft material of her panties, the bulge of her vagina behind the thin material he opened his mouth and gently bit the puffy flesh beneath the panties, bringing the exclamation of surprise from his teacher.

Her mind was in turmoil, it all felt so real, her mind was spinning, she was away from here, she was in the book yet it felt so real, she could feel his mouth on her, she could feel the hot breath, her eyes flickered, it felt so good, so very good, she felt herself being nibbled, she bit her lower lip, she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply through her nose as her head once again lowered, her body feeling and accepting all the sensations flowing through her, she felt hands on her thighs, very high up her thighs, caressing with the bites, god this was too real she thought to herself, not that she was going to reject it, it could have been elsewhere though, she should have put the book down when she first decided, now…..now was the wrong time but she couldn’t stop it now, the feelings were too good, too real but oh so needed.

Seymour was a good man, but he never brought out the passion she was feeling now, her body was trembling with wild pent up passion, her fantasy was driving her wild, she went with it, how far would it go, how deep could the feelings go, how real could it feel, she was sat in front of all these kids, legs splayed wide fantasising and it felt so good. Suddenly she jerked stiff, this was more than real, it actually felt real, she felt her panties move to the side and a powerful wave of desire flowed through her as she felt…..yes felt a mouth on her pussy, she gritted her teeth and managed to suppress the gasp that was forcing itself from her, her eyes fluttering she actually looked down expecting to find someone there, nothing……but it didn’t feel like nothing, then her head lowered and her eyes closed once more, she felt, she definitely felt something…..a tongue slip along her slit, god….oh god it felt good.

This was unlike any fantasy she had had, she fantasised a lot, not so much now she was seeing Seymour, but still, she had never felt anything even remotely like this, this was very very real, and very very good, she felt the…….thing, the tongue slid=ding back and forth, flicking and delving, it wasn’t a fantasy, she felt her lips open, felt her pussy wet, this wasn’t a fantasy at all, no way, but there was no one there….no one she could see, she had heard of ghosts, poltergeists etc interacting with people, not to this degree though, she could see nothing there, but she could certainly feel something there, she inhaled sharply as she felt the tongue slip inside her, it was good, she felt her open legs begin to tremble as the tongue darted in and out, licking her juices, she was oddly not scared, if this was the kind of interaction this poltergeist wanted…………she was all for it.

Bart lapped up the juices from ednas pussy, she tasted different from what he had now experienced, not overly different, still salty and slightly bitter, but pleasing and the more his tongue tasted between her fleshy folds the more he wanted, his hands rested on her upper thighs, his thumbs stretched out and pulled her pussy lips to the side, forcing his head deeper, his tongue deeper into her, he felt her stiffen, felt her begin to tremble, he sensed her confusion, her brain trying to logically figure out what was happening sensed also that she was enjoying what was taking place even though she couldn’t explain it, her body didn’t lie, the trembling already told bart that, she wasn’t going to get away that easy anyway, though he now sensed she wasn’t going to try to.

Bart doubted there was any style, like clothing or hair which ladies followed, he noticed however that unlike Joanne who had been completely shaven between her thighs, edna and his mother sported what was commonly known as a Brazilian, a patch of hair remaining on the pubic area whilst shaven underneath, maybe there was a style, but from what he could gather, the more mature preferred hair there, he was certainly in a position to find out, he would try to remember with his next…..victim. His small penis was roc solid in his trousers, though the out of body penis, capable of transformation at his will and transformed it was, didn’t have the restrictions his physical self had, it was out, proudly standing, waiting and ready like an iron bar, though no one but he could see, he felt it throbbing, twitching and aching to be used, to be plunged deep into a pussy, a woman’s pussy…….ednas pussy, bar suggested she get something from the storeroom.

The storeroom, Edna’s excitement was making her feel like she had butterflies in her stomach, she also knew the feelings to be those of a growing orgasm, why did she feel she had the need to go to the storeroom now, why, perhaps she didn’t feel the need, perhaps this…..whatever was suggesting it, she tingled, ohh god, yes, it must be, it must be telling her to go there, she knew why too, without a hint of hesitation, once the pieces of the jigsaw fitted in her mind, she stood, she was going to the storeroom, she didn’t want anything out of there, what she did want though……was fucking, she knew this thing wanted to take her into the store room to fuck her, and fuck her she was going to let it, why shouldn’t she, she hadn’t been fucked by Seymour for days, she wasn’t, in her mind, being unfaithful, who was she being unfaithful with…. Perhaps a little too eagerly she made her way to the storeroom.

Bart sensed her thoughts, she was a teacher after all, and teachers were smart, he had sensed her workout his suggestion was not her own, and he was pleased, very pleased at her reaction and decision, he followed her as she entered the room and closed the door. Inside her spun her, he felt her and heard her gasp as he took her hips and push her backwards and press her against the door, he fell to his knees and being of unphysical form passed through her skirt to get to her pussy, he heard her moan as he once again began to taste her womanhood, her sexuality, he felt her hands searching for probably his head, she wanted something to hold, her legs were wide open willingly accepting him, he felt her need to hold, grab, press something into her crutch, his head became more solid, allowing her what she wanted, he felt her fingers tighten around his head and felt her push him closer to her, felt her also pushing her hips towards him, then he felt the quivers, the shakes from her body, her voice sighing and moaning then as her hips bucked and jerked felt the trickles of juices as she orgasmed.

He then stood, wanting her, he needed her, his quivering, aching cock in his hand, he moved forward guiding it, it touched her pussy, he felt her react to this touch, she inhaled sharply as she felt the first touch, the first bit part her lips and enter her, her hands reached out and grabbed at his body, still invisible but solid enough for her to feel his small frame, feel the resistance of the nothingness in front of her where he was stood, who are you she whispered, she groaned as he slowly entered her, what are you, then the words disappeared as each inch slowly slid into her wet waiting pussy. Edna felt the air in front of her, she could see nothing but could fell…..something, then she did feel, felt her pussy being parted as his obviously hard manhood began to enter her, he felt small a dwarf……a child…..but the sensations coming from her pussy as her brain registered the size of him as he began to enter her made her believe it couldn’t be a child, god it was big, god it felt good, deeper and deeper she felt it sliding into her, still entering, it was massive…..her thoughts became a mist as she relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock as it fully slid into her.

Pressed against the door, her legs slightly bent, open and shaking she felt him begin to slide back and forth out of her, it felt good, felt very good…..the resisting air before her allowed her hands to touch, the form was small, she felt the hands on her quivering hips, also small, he brain was telling her she was being fucked by a child, but how could a child make her feel so good, how could a child feel and be so big inside her for some reason barts image came to her mind, then her mind showed a picture, a picture of her pressed against the store room door, her legs open and between them…..bart, her picture showed barts hips moving steadily back and forth, sliding his cock into her, the image in her mind was in perfect time to the thrusts she was now receiving. it couldn’t be bart…she had just left him in the classroom, it couldn’t be…..

Her body jerked upwards each time her thrust into her, she grunted with each jerk such was the power of the thrust, it was forceful yet steady, nothing rushed, experienced….she balled her hand into a fist and put it to her mouth and bit, she couldn’t make to much noise with all the kids just beyond the door, just beyond the door she was being fucked against……by bart…her mind reminded her. Her breathing was in pants, through her nose, she wanted so much to open her mouth and gasp….groan express her pleasure but she couldn’t, daren’t, she felt her breasts bounce each time his entered her, each time her body was pushed back and upwards, then, with the thought of her breasts bouncing she felt the hands sliding from her hips, upwards, she felt her t-shirt shift as the hands slid under them, the small forearms pushing her t-shirt up, she felt her breasts stop there bouncing as they were taken, taken and squeezed by two small hands…..the image in her mind showed the two small hands to be barts, his hands were up her top caressing her once bouncing breasts.

Her nipples were already hard, she felt them as they stiffened, she felt them as they had slipped out of her slightly oversized or rather loose fitting bra, now she felt the small fingers exploring them, rubbing them, everything he did, every touch he did sent sensations through her body, he was so good, but it couldn’t be who her mind was telling her it was….it couldn’t be….her mind told her nothing else, was this person……this person who she knew had instructed her to come to the store room, was he now telling her who was fucking her, was he telling her who she wanted to be fucking her or…….was it really bart and he was showing her……too much…too much information to process….her mind was mixed……confused….all she was sure about, the only clarity in her mind was she was being fucked, and she was being fucked well. She had seen movies with men with large cocks, mainly black men, she had always wondered how one that big would feel. Now she knew, now she was experiencing it and she liked it.

Seymour was a caring man, a caring lover but this was passion, this was lust this was more exciting and enjoyable, she was being pressed up against a store room door, people or rather kids a few feet away, a cock and a thick cock at that being rammed into her, making her pussy burst with juices, making it throb with pleasure, she felt her orgasm race to a climax…..she shook, her eyes closed tightly, she bit her hand and moaned as she felt the orgasm rock her. She felt the cock slip out of her dripping pussy, she felt herself spun, felt her face press against the cold door, she didn’t care, she didn’t resist then she felt the unseen hands on her hips, pulling her, pulling her down, she willingly fell to her knees, she felt her skirt raise then she moaned as once again she felt the hot rod slip into her pussy.

The thrusts were long, hard and powerful, quick with a constant unerring rhythm, she felt herself buffeted into the door with each stroke, she was gone, her mind was elsewhere, her pussy aches with pleasure, wetter and wetter she felt herself get, she reached her second orgasm, then her third, never had she had so many in a session, her fourth followed, she was whimpering into the cold wood, her body was tingling all over, thud, thud, thud, she felt the action as…….as bart (she now concluded) pumped into her, faster and faster, harder and harder, she let out a long groan through her teeth as this fourth orgasm flowed it seemed to flow and flow, unending, she was jerking, quivering, spasms rocking her as she came, sweat poured from her brow, then she felt the hot jet as she recognised the explosion inside her as her unseen lover orgasmed.

Warm, her insides felt the warm cream, filling, oozing out, such was the amount it felt had been spurted into her, yet though she felt full, she felt none dripping onto her, her hand unconsciously slipped behind her through her open legs, it was a weird experience, a weird feeling, she could feel….a presence inside her, her fingers even felt the resistance of the unseen cock, she could definitely feel her open, gaping and wet pussy, she felt he oozing but her fingers didn’t, very odd, then she felt the cock slide out of her, even that was pleasurable….her eyes fluttered, she slumped and turned resting against the door, her legs pulled up towards her, nothing, could be seen, she was alone….yet not, she was still breathing heavy, her legs ached and felt heavy, her muscles moaning as she stood, a little unsteady, she placed her hand against the door for support, Jesus she had been fucked well, and she felt it.

Slowly, Edna straightened herself up, a few breaths and she re-entered the classroom, all the kids heads were still down, still doing their tests, no one appeared to notice she had left, or re-entered. She felt her swollen pussy tingle as she sat on the seat, she smiled as the sensations again rushed through her, she felt light headed, she felt good, she looked up towards bart, he had his head down doing the test, she couldn’t understand it, she couldn’t understand why she had thought it was him, why she knew it was him, he was here, then as she looked, she saw him look up directly at her, he smiled and winked, ednas heart missed a beat, she opened her mouth with a silent gasp, and looked down, she felt her face redden.

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