Something more, something big and huge and overpowing.

"Was Terri afraid of boys of her own age? It was not a word she’d have used. Bored maybe, repelled sometimes, amused often. She just couldn’t take sixth-form boys seriously. They wore men’s clothes. They had deep voices and facial hair and their shoulders were broad and their legs were muscular and strong. But inside they were still infantile. They were like puppy dogs. Playful and annoying at the same time. It was so easy to please them. A kiss, a hand on the breast, some heavy breasting and their tails started to wag. But Terri wasn’t interested in just playing. She wanted something more, something big and huge and overpowing.LOVE""

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