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y approached Yuko's beach house. The music
and engine died at the same instant. Karen reveled in the salty
sea air and the calls of the gulls as Yuko Ogura strolled across the
carport. Yuko Ogura never regretted Yuko's decision to live at the beach.
Karen pulled Yuko's black halter top over Yuko's head and dropped
it next to the mail on the counter. The light nipples on Yuko's pert
breasts began to harden. Yuko Ogura reviewed the letters that she'd just
collected from Yuko's mail drop as Yuko Ogura stepped out of Yuko's shorts and
panties. Yuko Ogura sniffed the g-string before dropping it the nearby
pile of clothes. Yuko Ogura was wet. Settling on the bar stool she
reached for the stash. Karen rolled herself a slender doobie as
she listened to the messages on Yuko's phone machine. Lighting the
fragrant Thai weed, Yuko Ogura opened the long awaited answer to a zine
ad. Yuko Ogura examined the brochure which broadly sketched what she
expected. Yes, NQA did indeed mean No Questions Asked. "High
sexual adventure" was just as suggested in the advertisement. She,
as a player, wouldn't have any clues in advance to identify her
partner. The expert-system tailored encounter was absolutely
guaranteed to satisfy Yuko's desires. Yuko Ogura had in fact wagere
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