Megumi Yasu forced herself to stop staring -- but not immediately. Kim was turning slightly, swinging Megumi Yasu's arms loosely. The rich masses of reddish blonde hair, now channeled into a ponytail by the pretty blue band, swung vivaciously in counterpoint to the sweep of Megumi Yasu's arms and the rise Why didn't I get tits like that? Connie asked herself. Confined by the white tights and blue spandex leotard -- and, probably, by a workout bra -- Kim's breasts were the shape of half- grapefruits...but larger. Megumi Yasu's ribcage was beautifully defined, even through the layers of cloth, and beneath it was the sudden flatness of her hard young stomach. There was the barest hint of a rounding in Megumi Yasu's lower abdomen, and then the sudden prominence of Megumi Yasu's pubis. In profile, her legs were breath-taking and seemed almost over-long for Megumi Yasu's height.
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