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18when she was asleep.She sat up. She did not want to lose its seed from inside of her body and scooped mud up into her vagina, packing it in tight before standing up. In the hot sun and her body heat, the mud pack would dry out quickly, leave it firmly blocked until she was ready to remove it. She ignored the two large leeches over her clitoral area, knowing it was better to wait to remove them until they had grown larger to two of thee times their size once they had filled themselves with her young blood. She had done it often. Sometimes finding them and putting one or two deliberately on her body beneath her clothes so they could feed on her. Why not? They left beautiful marks as permanent indentations in the surface of her skin. Her whole clitoral area was ornately patterned with intersecting circles. She may start to do her breasts and then the rest of her body; much prettier than the tattoos many young people in town paid good money for. Her body-patterning was free. And occasionally, one would suck her blood right on top of her clitoris causing her to experience several orgasms as it drew the blood out of her after it had failed to numb her correctly. She had even contemplated filling her vagina with them to see what would happen, but decided not to.She should wash and put on some clothes before she returned home in the early evening and then she would visit Martha. Her wisdom might also throw light on her beautiful lover from the swamp. If anyone knew anything about it, it would surely be her.She stood up and walked to the back of the shack where the cold water shower was rigged%u2014a primitive affair of a wooden tank with a liner in it, a pipe, and a chain. She stepped beneath the pipe and pulled the chain, wiping the mud from her hair and her body in the stream of cold, collected rain water. Swamp Tramp