CHAPTER SIX
There was, in spite of her ambivalence toward Curly, a warm and lasting glow deep in Mary's belly as she snatched up her thin, summery robe. She could feel f**k juice still oozing from her cunt, feel a swath of it cooling on her inner thighs, and she smiled, remembering how wonderful, how grown up it had felt to her when Johnny's rich, thick seed had overflowed her girlish p***y.
How they had laughed. How Johnny had held her open as she had raked in with her fingers to get this protein treat out of her fat little cunt lips and eat it from her fingers. It had been a part, an important part, of that wonderful year when she had truly become a woman, with all a woman's ability to enjoy her sexuality. And with Johnny teaching her, over and over, "It's your right, baby! Every girl
