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and confessing quietly that she was in love with her.
    She slept fitfully and suddenly woke, not knowing what time it was. Beyond the weak glow cast by the bulb above her she could see that it was now fully dark outside; impenetrably black. The temperature had dropped and she pulled the sleeping bag completely over her and shivered. She was glad of the light although it seemed to be a beacon for anyone with malevolent intent. The feeling of vulnerability was going to be impossible to shift. There were noises outside that made her jump, although she tried to remind herself that this was the country and that Mother Nature never slept.
    There were louder noises from the courtyard and then the unmistakeable sound of footsteps. As the far door creaked open she hoped that it was only Gwendolen bringing a toothbrush and some means to wash, or better still young May. However, the footsteps were slow and heavy and her adrenalin started to rush as they neared. A large hand appeared over the door of her stall and swung it open, and she had already guessed that her unwelcome visitor was Huw. He stepped one pace in and stood at the foot of her bed, smirking.
    ‘Hello, my lovely,’ he said. ‘Have you been missing me?’
    ‘What do you want?’ she replied, the nerves clearly evident in her voice.
    ‘Just to have a look at you, that’s all.’
    She pulled her cover further up to her chin, the fright shooting through her body. He seemed as nonchalantly unperturbed as always. Checking over the top of the partition, which his height allowed him to do, his hand went down to his groin and he unzipped himself in front of her for the second time that day. He fumbled in his trousers and she couldn’t help but gawp as his thick meat was hauled out. She fretted at the thought of him urinating again, but he had other things on his mind and was already slowly rubbing himself, drawing the foreskin back and forth over the bulging head as his member began to grow. She watched mesmerised as it swelled and extended in his hand until he was stroking an erection of frightening dimensions. The length was more than she had ever witnessed except in films, while the girth would simply split her in two if he were allowed to enjoy his preferred passage of entry.
    ‘Come here, girl. Get on your knees.’
    Trembling, she slowly did his bidding out of fear of disobedience. She got to her knees in front of him whilst he, still languidly stroking his fat length up and down, moved forward so that his penis stretched out towards her, just below her chin. She considered shouting out for Gwendolen but that would surely enrage him and she had no desire to be first forced to silence before he used her. His left hand went to the front of her dress and yanked it, ripping the buttons clean off in one go. To her dismay her half-cut bra was now on plain show and her panic only exacerbated the movement of her heaving chest.
    ‘Spit on it,’ he quietly commanded. He had stopped stroking himself and she knew he needed lubrication to continue. It took her a while to gather enough spit in her dry mouth but eventually she was able to produce a dollop that hung almost mockingly before descending to the fatly swollen head of his cock. He immediately slid the skin back and forth to coat the shining purple in her saliva.
    ‘More,’ he instructed, as the pace of his strokes increased, and she duly obliged, hoping he might bring himself off before any more damaging actions could take place. By his smile, though, she sensed this was not all he had in mind for her.
    ‘Auntie Gwen?’
    This new voice came from outside. Leah quickly identified it as the clipped tones of the older twin - a voice that after this afternoon’s meetings she hadn’t suspected she would be glad to hear again, although now it filled her with relief. Huw ceased his masturbation and looked towards the door, his smile falling away. The girl’s voice came again, from the far end of the stalls.
    ‘Oh, it’s