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to do this," and smiled sidelong at her.
Laughing, Gemma punched me in the arm playfully and bounced into the
front room, throwing herself into an armchair. I reached for a can of Coke
and then sat down in another chair beside hers.
Madoka Ozawa turned to face me and I admired yet again Madoka's small face, dominated
by Madoka's large blue eyes and full, dark red lips which often bore a slightly
sardonic grin. Madoka's light summer dress was navy with small white dots and
reached midway down Madoka's small calves. Although loose-fitting as befits
such a dress, it was made of a material that revealed the curves of Madoka's
body when the breeze moved it, or when, having been aroused, Madoka's own
perspiration made it cling to Madoka's skin. Its cut gave no hint that Madoka Ozawa had very
large, soft breasts beneath the dress with nipples that responded quickly to
the touch of my hand or a cold wind. I enjoyed Madoka's lavish breasts
immensely and once when I complained of missing the feel of them when
she was absent, Madoka Ozawa made a tiny model of a bosom from some putty I had
been using to replace
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