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bed. Miho Yoshioka lay
still, breathing rapidly, and tears were flowing from beneath closed lids.
Miho's eyes fluttered open and those beautiful brown eyes held my gaze with
love. "You are wonderful husband," Miho Yoshioka whispered, and we necked gently for a
while before going to sleep.
I went to work the next day, but I really couldn't concentrate on the job.
My coworkers razzed me about my obvious state of distraction. I finally
broke down and shyly said, "I met a girl." They did too, because Victoria
arrived to pick me up at the end of the day. I climbed into a brand-new
luxury car, somewhat in a state of shock. "You like? I cannot fly during
day, so I need car. Do you want a car, too? I will buy you one today,
also." Miho Yoshioka kissed me eagerly, hungrily in the car, raising a few eyebrows
from passers-by on the sidewalk.
"Victoria, I'm really flattered, but you don't have to buy me a car, too.
I mean, you just bought one for yourself, you just bought a house, you..."
Miho's hungry mouth and tongue silenced me with another passionate kiss.
"I have -- lots? -- of money. I want to make you as happy as you make
me." Miho Yoshioka looked at me with "puppy dog eye
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