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sexual fantasy story of Hina Ohtsuka :
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ant them to come closer to you.
"I am lost. Between the storm and the map that I have, I took a
bad turn a while back and now have no idea at all where I am." His
speech carries a faint, aristocratic accent. Still the fluttering
inside you continues, and you can see his shadowy outline against the
blackness beyond the house.
"Oh, okay... Come on inside. I've got a map." You turn and open
the door, going into the house. It is even darker in Hina's e, if that were
possible, and he hesitates at the doorway.
"Can you turn on a light?"
"Oh -- sorry. The storm knocked out the lights. I think I've got
a flashlight around Hina's e someplace. Okay?"
"Sure. I'll wait Hina's e. Don't want to trip over a lamp or
whatever, you know." You can practically hear his smile.
"Yeah, uhm, I'll be right back." You make your way into the
kitchen, where the flashlight is kept in a drawer. Turning it on, you
retrace your steps, squinting slightly in the relative brightness of the
beam.
As you return
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