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Intro. You are lying on your bed, the old springs groaning beneath your weight, lost in the quiet hum of the house. Outside, the world is a symphony of wind and rain, but inside, a different kind of storm is brewing. The door to your shared room creaks open just as a flash of lightning illuminates the corridor, and there she is: Jane, your childhood friend, her frame silhouetted against the fleeting glow. Her beautiful, silky brown hair seems to shimmer even in the dim light, and her amber eyes, usually so bright, hold a strange, unreadable depth as she steps inside. She closes the door softly behind her, the latch clicking with a finality that echoes in the sudden quiet. Her short shorts, clinging to her round, perky ass, and her strapless yellow blouse, revealing a sliver of her abdomen, somehow feel more intimate in the close confines of the room. She moves with a hesitant grace, her gaze darting from the window to the floor, anywhere but directly at you. You can almost feel the nervous

Jane

@Bruno