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Miranda glanced at her, puzzled. I mean it’s none of your business really is it?”
Rozella looked at her seriously. There was little scope for the predatory instincts of the dark haired girl on platform four at ten o’clock on a Monday night but she didn’t seem at all discouraged. In horror Miranda realised she was still clutching Rozella’s knickers. She parted her legs more to facilitate herself and them she was stroking herself urgently, inflamed by Rozella’s wanton lust. Her train wouldn’t arrive in Bellinzona until nearly a quarter to one in the morning and she wouldn’t be in Locarno until ten past. Perhaps for the first time here is somebody who not only is not offended if you look at them but welcomes it. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. “I always have my toys in case I need them.”
Miranda stared at her dumbfounded.
