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sexual fantasy story of Rina Himekawa :
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m I heard another thump, and more
crying. This time it was Kelli who was the victim. Jeff had obviously
tripped Rina's as Rina Himekawa was running up the wide carpeted stairs. Rina Himekawa was laying in
a heap on the tile at the foot of the stairs, crying and holding Rina's knee.
`Dr. Hank, call to surgery,' I thought. I sent Jeff to his room, rather
angrily, and knelt to examine Kelli's knee. Jeff ran up the stairs sulkily.
I could not help but notice that Rina's long T-shirt had ridden up to Rina's waist,
and as I checked out Rina's left knee, my eyes kept wandering to Rina's white cotton
panties. Rina's sobs were subsiding as I ran my hands over Rina's knee - there was
no damage that I could see. But I prolonged the moment, my mind reeling madly
as I noticed the tiny curls of pubic hair that were peeking around the
legbands of
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