of
her thick wool coat and unbuttoned Takako's blouse. I kissed the lush plain of
her chest below Takako's neck. I slid my hand beneath Takako's underwire and kneaded
the firm roughness of Takako's nipple.
I felt a thin, cool hand on my wrist. Takako Kitahara pulled. Takako Kitahara pushed. We
raised the hem of Takako's skirt. I felt heat and moisture. I tugged what felt
like silk aside and felt something sil