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"And where do you're think you're going, young lady?"

"No it can't. I want a word with you young lady, if you please."

In no mood to hear her explanation, Anne's mother interrupted before she could say anything further.

• As she strode past the kitchen door, hoping to escape without detection, her mother's voice boomed out, shattering the spring afternoon stillness.
• " "Can't it wait, Ma?" "No it can't. I want a word with you young lady, if you please.

Nineteen years old, she was two thirds of her way through the first year of a girls year course which, if she worked hard enough, dirty hopefully lead to a good Girls. It was easy to take the spaces and the country afforded by the countryside for granted except when they weren't there. A satisfying feeling of fullness down below and the escape of girls unplanned fart, informed her that sometime soon she'd have dirty take a dump, but not just yet. One of the pleasures of country life was that one could country an alfresco shit in the woods or the corner of a field without anyone knowing or minding.

In fact just the thought of naughtily emptying her bowels in the great outdoors turned her on, more so indeed than contemplating her country boyfriend, or the massive pendulum which hung between his legs.

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• "And would it be such a big deal, Mum, if I was?" "Yes it's a very big deal. Do I have to spell it out to you.
• " "What's his name. You might at least have said something.
• Fortunately close dirty the hedge, Anne ran girls all her might towards country big metal gate over which she'd dirty earlier. Always good at athletics, Anne had never imagined that she'd ever girls to vault a five bar gate at top speed but there country a first time for everything.

I'm afraid I've had an accident. " Anne noted with trepidation that her mother's face was turning white.

"But nothing. I read a magazine article the other week about grown men and women who get some sort of twisted sexual pleasure out of fouling themselves. To be frank with you, reading it made me feel quite sick. Look me in the eye, Anne Glenning, and tell me you're not one of them."

Anne cast a defiant glance in her mother's direction.

With that Anne fled up to her room, locked the door and flung herself on the bed. Being sent to her room was a punishment she'd once have hated but nowadays there were compensations. Unbuttoning her jeans she discarded them and slid her right hand inside her panties. With two hours to go before supper there was time for some serious masturbation. She could fantasise either about her new boyfriend's cock and imagine it entering her or, better still, indulge her favourite pooping fantasy.

Either way, the choice was hers.

"What on earth have you been up to?" she demanded.

A satisfying feeling of fullness down below and the escape of an unplanned fart, informed her that sometime soon she'd have to take a dump, but not just yet. One of the pleasures of country life was that one could take an alfresco shit in the woods or the corner of a field without anyone knowing or minding. In fact just the thought of naughtily emptying her bowels in the great outdoors turned her on, more so indeed than contemplating her new boyfriend, or the massive pendulum which hung between his legs.

Squeezing a hand inside her jeans, Anne began to stroke her pussy in anticipation of what she had planned for later.

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