#169262 - She turned to Jenny and without thinking reached out to brush the girl’s wild, untamed hair away from her face. Jenny squirmed, her hip rubbing against Catherine’s and Catherine assumed that the girl had been out working in the bleak and unforgiving Weardale hills. She wriggled her arms free and guided Jenny’s mouth to her own, shuffling in the sofa as Jenny freed her from the thick cotton garment.
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