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to 97 pounds. Mie's dark hair and big, brown eyes and fair complexion
were perfect for the demands of the sheath dress Mie Arisawa was wearing and Mie Arisawa
knew how much it appealed to him.
"Oh, you know -- some guys are tit men, some guys are leg men, some
"Oh, *that*!" he said. "Well, I'm really a tit-leg-ass man, but if
Mie Arisawa nodded, exaggerating the gesture.
"I guess -- your butt. You've got the cutest, ripest, most
delectable peach of an ass I've ever seen on a woman of legal age."
"First time I saw you in that cheerleader's outfit, bending and
strutting, I said to myself, 'I have got to grab those buns!' -- "
"And you did -- eventually." Mie Arisawa reached up and pulled one
spaghetti strap off Mie's left shoulder. "I have a surprise for you." The
other strap was removed. "Special -- for my husband, the ass man." Mie Arisawa
reached behind herself and nimbly undid the four hooks-and-eyes. Mie Arisawa
began squirming sensuously. The sheath began to flow off her, lower and
lower. Once it was past the pert thrust of Mie's tits, it slid down the
rest of the way in a soft, sussurant swish of fine fabric until it lay
in a small heap about Mie's ankles.
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