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| sexual fantasy story of Mei Miura : |
| Monica's breasts as we kissed, sloppy hungry kisses that seemed to arouse Monica almost as much as they did us. Hands were everywhere, the unexpected touch part of the strange wonderfulness of three together -- exploring the familiar and the unfamiliar in turn and at once. Monica's fingers in my hair, Lois lightly stroking my now-throbbing hardness, my own hands firmly squeezing Lois's ass cheeks, the way I knew Mei Miura liked, or tracing lines across |