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9was waiting for her encouragement. Possibly, it won%u2019t do what it did before to her this time, without her signalling to it that she desired it to%u2014 that it was welcome.She slowly, carefully, wrapped her fingers around it and discovered it was larger than she thought. Her fingers and thumb barely came close to holding it fully. She gently tugged it just a little and waited, releasing her fingers and thumb. It worked; it slithered again and up over her outstretched legs.Oh, yes. Keep coming. Do it again, Carla cried out in her brain, sitting motionless and unmoving like a half-finished statue, waiting for the finest sculpturer to complete her and transform her, with a knowing chisel, into a beautiful contented woman.She took hold of it again, gently. She twisted her hand slightly, letting it slide through and arc as more it followed through now a little quicker and with more confidence. Her heart raced. She moved her other hand, very slowly, to grip it gently towards its narrower tip and guide it between her legs until it touched her body. It stopped.She knew it had come from the swamp. It smelt of their rich sour waters, an aroma that she loved as it was the smell of home. Why had it stopped? She touched it with her fingertips and stroked it so tenderly and gently. It felt like it was just seeping oil. The stuff was oozing out and drenching itself with it. She lifted her hand and tasted it.The liquid hit her like a drug; an overwhelming desire. It made her ache inside, in that space she lusted for it to push into like before. It was so close, its tip touching the outer lips of her vagina, now releasing her own liquid almost as much in quantity as the beautiful thing from the swamp was doing.Please, please, do you wish me to put you in, she asked in her mind Swamp Tramp