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all wearing the regulation
school uniform, playing, you know, skipping and playing tag and
stuff. The little kids, only aged five or six, are all real
pretty. All blonde bunches and pink ribbons, you know the type?
And the older girls, fifth and sixth graders are just as cute,
with tight pigtails and little blue bows in their hair. The
school's little dark-green gym-slips are all tight against their
slim girlish bodies. Instead of a belt, a little yellow rope
drapes round their waist just tight enough to stop it slipping
over their slim hips, then the dress tapers out at the waist into
a short pleated skirt. The dresses are all really short, the hem
stopping just below the tight little knickers they all wear.
Under the Gym-slip tops, they wear these charming little white
blouses, with puffed out arms, and beautiful lacy cuffs on the
wrists and round their necks.
On their feet are shiny little black patent school-girl shoes and
petite white ankle-socks, with baby-ish pink ribbons and white
frills. Basically they're all real cute, do you get the picture
Ian?"
As I gave Sophie a quick nod, the fifteen year old kissed me
again, Kanori's fingers still massaging my p
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