Ruth raised her hands and touched Celia’s tiny pink nipples. She saw a shiver run through her body as her fingers made contact. Celia had small breasts, smothered as she once fondly recalled by small orange brown freckles.
‘I never got to count them Celia, I’d made a start when your mum burst in. I could always try again.’
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