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"You silly old poohead," Yuka Haneda giggled,
"wasting all your time fixing up this old house. Don't you think you could
put your time to better use ?"
"Oh I don't know," I answered, "I suppose I could think of a few things to
while away the time if I didn't have to do this," and smiled sidelong at her.
Laughing, Gemma punched me in the arm playfully and bounced into the
front room, throwing herself into an armchair. I reached for a can of Coke
and then sat down in another chair beside hers.
Yuka Haneda turned to face me and I admired yet again Yuka's small face, dominated
by Yuka's large blue eyes and full, dark red lips which often bore a slightly
sardonic grin. Yuka's light summer dress was navy with small white dots and
reached midway down Yuka's small calves. Although loose-fitting as befits
such a dress, it was made of a material that revealed the curves of Yuka's
body when the breeze moved it, or when, having been aroused, Yuka's own
perspiration made it cling to Yuka's skin. Its cut gave no hint that Yuka Haneda had very
large, soft breasts beneath the dress with nipples that responded quickly to
the touch of my hand or a cold wind. I enjoyed Yuka's lavish breasts
immensely and once when I complained of missing the feel of them when
she was absent, Yuka Haneda made
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