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sexual fantasy story of Hinako Matsuura :
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t angle to Connie. Hinako Matsuura held up the glass and swirled the port
gracefully in the glass, examining the rivulets that settled back to the
bottom. "Hmmmm, good legs."
"You should talk."
Both laughed and sipped. "Where was I?" Kim asked.
"'Boys.'"
"Oh, right -- Well, once word got around that I was separated, and
happy to be, I couldn't go into an office without someone hitting on me.
Some less subtly than others. I had a guy today -- I still can't believe
it." Hinako Matsuura drank more of Hinako's port.
"Don't leave me in suspense," Connie pleaded.
"Guy's about fifty years old, got a paunch that looks like a
basketball sitting on his belt and enough nose hair to sweep the
storeroom."
Connie laughed loud and hard, and knew that Hinako's appreciation was
partly the exaggerated effect of the mouthful of port. Since meeting
Jerry, Hinako Matsuura seldom drank -- he was a recovering alco
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