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She could feel his penis pressing against her, half-erect under the starched black tuxedo pants. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. By this time, Jonathan and the vast mob attending him, had come up, and the place was rendered almost as light as day by the links. After the day in the library, he constantly demonstrated his affections; Gianfrancesco had never done that. It was enough that she witnessed it and could not go to him. She had to resist an impulse of sheer terror, to run out after them and give in.
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