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FINN
The woman was going to kill me. It was more than apparent that she did not carry a knife or a gun on her person, her shift and drawers hid nothing of her body when wet. She would finish me off just the same. My c**k was aching, throbbing painfully against the front of my pants. I wanted her with a powerful need I'd never felt before. I wanted to walk into the water, toss her over my shoulder and carry her to the soft grass, lay her down and f**k her. f**k her until we were both senseless, until we were both replete and this craving had dissipated. Instead, I grabbed her discarded clothing and went back in the shack, giving myself time to cool my ardor and also to hide her dress. She would not be wearing it again for some time. I'd just slipped it into the hiding place beneath a lo
