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| sexual fantasy story of Momoko Komachi : |
| front rooms. Momoko Komachi had asked me what was wrong. I babbled something about appliance interference in the neighborhood and asked if Momoko Komachi had any problems with Momoko's TV or stereo. Momoko Komachi said no looking down, perhaps suddenly embarrased by Momoko's appearance. I asked Momoko's if Momoko Komachi had any electronic clocks (this stuff just came out of me). Momoko Komachi thought for a moment then moved off down a hall. Momoko Komachi opened a door and let me through while Momoko Komachi followed. I found myself in what must have been the master bedroom |