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20His hand fiddling around down there... would it create a moment of lust and passion? She had lost interest in the film and despite him telling her the spider would remain still, she could still feel it moving%u2014presumably, trying to escape. It was attempting to squeeze between her labia. It felt like a small finger lightly-exploring entry. The revulsion that she normally felt had been replaced with a completely different emotion, one of fascination and titillation. What if, she thought, she opened her legs now slighter wider while it was looking for a way to push itself into a place of safety?How would she feel if that hairy, alien, horrible creepy-crawly slipped its nasty body through her lips and nestled there? Her heart raced as she played with the idea, especially at the thought of David needing to push his fingers in to take the bloody thing out. She carefully opened her legs slowly, wider, whilst trying to focus on such a tiny movement down between her legs. Elaine concentrated on moving her legs just enough to lessen the pressure holding her labia together in contact, but not enough to widen the gap between her legs so much that the spider could run upwards and escape.It moved. She felt it. Has it stopped? She can%u2019t feel it anymore. Nothing. She gently closed her legs again. Either stopped moving or had gone inside her lips. Would her labia squash it? She thought probably not. She picked up her glass and sipped the wine. Here she was in the dark next to a fit older man, a glass of wine in her hands, her naked body exposed, and with a big brown hairy spider... urgh, trapped just inside the swing doors to her vagina. She was bemused by the thought.David reached for his glass. He briefly turned and asked, %u201cAre you still calm... not worried about that little creature?%u201d%u201cIt%u2019s fine,%u201d she replied. %u201cI can%u2019t feel it anymore.%u201dSpider