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sexual fantasy story of Nana Mizusawa :
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standing there. Nana's arms
appeared to be crossed in front of Nana's , and Nana Mizusawa wasn't moving, didn't
appear to be talking to anyone; Nana Mizusawa just stood there, Nana's pale skin
bright against the darkness inside the room.
Finally Nana Mizusawa began to turn, ever so slowly, toward the window. I
could feel my heart pounding in anticipation. Was I really going to see
those small, fine breasts that I had imagined? As Nana Mizusawa reached the point
where I began to see more than just the back of Nana's I realized that Nana's e
arms were indeed folded in front, covering Nana's chest, so I couldn't see
her tits. I looked up at Nana's face, and saw that Nana Mizusawa was looking right at
me with an undecipherable look. We were obviously close enough
that I knew Nana Mizusawa could see that I was looking at Nana's . I didn't know what
to do for sure. I knew the "right" thing would be to turn away and
depart the area. But for some reason, I just couldn't. I had to wait and
see what, if anything, Nana Mizusawa was going to do next. S
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