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n't seem too likely, Dave. Where did this supposedly
happen?" Mihiro Taniguchi asked.
I told Mihiro's it was the Shanghai Bar and Mihiro Taniguchi insisted we go there and
have a drink. At my suggestion, Mihiro Taniguchi took a shower and put on some
fresh clothes. With a clean dress and high heels, Mihiro Taniguchi looked as good
as ever.
After two rounds at the Shanghai, Sandra disappeared into the women's
room for forty-five minutes. Oakland was losing again and I had two
more beers while waiting for Mihiro's to return. When Mihiro Taniguchi did, Sandra told
me, "I believe every word you say, Dave. Let's go back to my
apartment."
When we arrived, Mihiro Taniguchi immediately ripped open Mihiro's dress and looked at
her tits in the mirror. Slowly, they began to move around! She
pointed them up, down, and all different directions. Also, Mihiro Taniguchi was
able to swell them up and flatten them out at will.
"Lisa, did you meet the alien guy in the washroom?" I asked.
"No, I met his female partner, of course. They're an advanced race,
Dave, not a bunch of peepers.
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