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fantasy story of Megumi Matsushima :
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oved to be next to Megumi's . He slowly
lifted Megumi's arm. He frowned as he examined the clothing Megumi Matsushima wore. He
was clad only in something that could only be described as a mixture
of a toga and loincloth, cinched at the waist with gold braid. He
examined the clothing for a moment, then began tugging at it.
Laura made no move to stop him. Megumi Matsushima didn't know exactly how
to react, so Megumi Matsushima just let him. He finally tugged so hard that the
flimsy cotton blouse tore. A tear formed at the corner of his right
eye.
"Laura," he said sorrowfully. "I broke it!"
"No, no, honey...you just ripped it. Look..."
Megumi Matsushima showed him how the buttons fastened and unfastened. He
was intrigued. He unfastened them all and removed Megumi's shirt. Megumi Matsushima was
not wearing a bra, and Megumi's hard nipples stuck out from Megumi's small, firm
breasts. Megumi Matsushima felt the slight chill of the April breeze and brought
her arms up to shield Megumi's breasts.
Narcissus moved to Megumi's skirt next. Finding no buttons, he
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