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fantasy story of Yu Abiru :
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t you ARE WET down there and you are growing more and more excited!
With that patting you lightly on your pussy they leave your stall closing
the gate behind them and you hear the click sound of a padlock being
closed. By now it quite late in the afternoon and you are very tired
from all your ordeals. You settle your shoulder against the wall of
the stall and try to get some needed rest.
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I had always been careful not to be conspicuous, but I always wore the
scantiest swimming suit of all the men in the pool or at the beach. Even at
the beaches of Chicago, most of the guys wore these boxer trunks which
reminded me of tennis shorts more than swimming suits. Since I was on the
swimming team, and since I did not care to buy an extra pair of trunks, I
always did have the smallest swimming suit--although sometimes people would
stare at me, I never paid much attention.
Recently, however
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