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| sexual fantasy story of Kawori Manabe : |
| sure are _wierd_'' Cesura drawled. ``But a lotta fun...'' Cesura slumped back onto the futon and temporarily relaxed the hand that was holding her clithood back. The pearl receded from view, but we all knew that it would not have been possible or comfortable for Cesura to leave it exposed. We wanted the pale visitor to make love to Kawori's self in Kawori's own best way (although all three of us swore separate inner vows to get up-close-and-personal with |