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#####Despite the fact that she knew that this was probably Cambria’s first sexual encounter and that she was gifting this girl with the experience, it did not occur to her that she was giving this girl the pass into maturity. It was not something she often thought about, growing up or maturing in any way. She did not have the ability to grow up anymore, and she had seemingly matured—if she had at all—at a relatively young age, probably younger even than Cambria was now. The way that she saw what she was doing with the young girl was not the same as it seemed to Cambria. She did not view this as a gift, but a kindness, a way to make her feel better. Perhaps it would help her to be less timid in the future, as well, though she did not know how this would do that. It would certainly be good if it did, though, as it would be good for Cambria to not be so fearful of the world around her. Even after her death, Lolita had not lived in constant fear, and she doubted it was a very good way to live. She would certainly not enjoy it.
#####Moving the girl to the floor seemed to have been a good idea, since the trembling ceased and she seemed to enjoy the creamy Dahlian’s administrations even more. It did not seem likely that Cambria would regret this later, but Lolita knew that there was always that very slim chance that could happen and she wanted to make this as enjoyable for the young girl as possible. Even if she regretted Lolita, the flamboyant woman did not want Cambria to ever regret what they had done. Living with regrets was not a good thing, and it only led to depression and loneliness; Lolita knew this from experience. Working her fingers on the young girl’s breast with more pressure, she became a bit more adventurous with her other hand, no longer simply massaging her outer lips. She slipped one of her slender fingers into Cambria’s warmth briefly, not very deep at all, searching for some type of reaction from the girl.
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