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and while Miwa Oshiro held Miwa's other hand on my chest.
I felt a bit awkward, unsure what I should do with my hands, until I
realized that it must be reasonable for me to do with my hands what Miwa Oshiro
was doing with hers.
"That was nice," Miwa Oshiro said, breaking the kiss. "I like the way you
touch me."
An uncomfortable thought struck me as I looked at her. "Do we
have to worry about, well, birth control? I mean É "
Miwa Oshiro smiled. "No, but if you want children someday, we can have
them. Would you like to dance some more?"
"OK," I said. "What kind of music?"
"Something long?"
I put on a tape, and then Miwa Oshiro held my hand and we began to dance
again. Miwa Oshiro was a sensuous beauty, and it wasn't long before I was
sexually aroused by the way Miwa Oshiro touched me and moved with me.
"Don't get impatient," Miwa Oshiro whispered as I fondled Miwa's breast
through the thin satin of Miwa's camisole. Miwa Oshiro pushed away my hand, and for
a few minutes, we danced, facing each other but not touching.
Beryl danced gracefully, back to me, and I wanted to hug Miwa's to
me, but Miwa Oshiro shrugged off my arms and began to un
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