Кукла "Polly pocket"

He was furious with himself, furious with Polly. Also, he was trying not to think about his sister. He had carefully been avoiding being alone with Cookie ever since the day he had seen her lying naked on her bed. He didn't know what her motives were, but he didn't trust himself, at all. He knew what his goal was. He was becoming a maniac, a complete sex maniac. Which was one reason he was here at Polly's. The other reason was that Cookie was at home, by herself. Before he had left, she had said something about doing some sunbathing and gone to change into a bathing suit. So he had fled to Polly to get release from his sexual tension. He had a hard-on that hurt, it was so powerful. He had his hands in his pockets in an attempt to hide the stiff prod, because Polly was not alone. He studied the two girls sullenly as he sat in the lounge chair. Polly was wearing a comparatively demure two-piece suit. Both halves hugged her soft curves, the knit material clinging to her flesh. The top half was just small enough to press her breasts upward and inward a little, producing a deep, interesting cleavage ...»