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sexual fantasy story of Yumeka Takami :
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uns!" He
laughed at his own cleverness.
Around the corner was a panel truck with FRESH BAKERY in big letter
on its side and back. I had my doubts about this whole thing, now. What
if this was a setup? I'd really lost any vestige of horniness; this
experience was already proving more effective than a cold shower.
I told myself I had to go through with it. I walked up to the
driver's door and tried to see inside. Blackness. I knocked lightly and
heard something click. The door slid back.
"Well, come on, sailor -- the meter's running."
I stepped up and slid the door closed behind me as I scuttled
across the seat. Yumeka's hand reached from behind me, through a black
curtain, and found my wrist. "Back Yumeka's e."
I turned and stepped through the curtain. I heard a door slide shut
and then a dim light went on.
The inside of the bakery truck had been turned into a very small
room, complete with a mattress on the floor. The Yumeka Takami et on the mattress
had seen better days. The walls were covered with cheap, in
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