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er nearly an hour of mutual sleeplessness, Naomi Kawashima got up and
opened a drawer at Naomi's dresser. I thought Naomi Kawashima would head down the
hall to the bathroom, giving me time to "scratch" my itch. But
instead Naomi Kawashima came and stood at the side of my bed.
"I'm going to massage you a little so you can relax," Naomi Kawashima said
in Naomi's gentle voice. Without waiting for my reaction, Naomi Kawashima took my
foot and began to rub it skillfully, releasing tension I hadn't
realized was there. Naomi's hands were cool and soothing on my hot
skin. Naomi Kawashima worked Naomi's way slowly up my leg, kneading my calf in Naomi's
firm fingers, then the back of my thigh. I did nothing and said
nothing, just laid there and wondered how far she--this--would go.
Presently Naomi Kawashima moved to the other leg, beginning again at the
foot and carrying Naomi's knowing touch up towards the softest and
hottest spot, at the apex of my thighs. Naomi's touch had inflamed my
already heated pussy, and I was certain Naomi Kawashima could smell my musk.
If so, Naomi Kawashima gave no sign. Skipping my bottom and hips, Naomi's
hands began to work the knots in my shoulders and back. My
sle
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