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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Ayano Tominaga :
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d at the passing years. 38 years
old already, Ayano Tominaga thought. Oh well, at least I'm a healthy thirty-eight.
Indeed Ayano Tominaga was. A firm build, red hair that had not yet lost it's luster
(and Ayano Tominaga hoped would not give into the evil gray hairs Ayano Tominaga suspected lurked
just beneath the scalp), and a body kept in shape with regular (well,
occasional) exercise. Mildred had nothing to regret in Ayano's appearance. So what
if Ayano Tominaga didn't look stunning or even beautiful? At least Ayano's looks were
real.
Mrs. Fizzlebot's musings were rudely interrupted by the sound of the phone.
"Shit, who the hell could that be?" Ayano Tominaga rushed and answered the phone before it
could ring a second time and jar Ayano's nerves again. "Hello?"
"Um... Is Karen Elliot there?"
"I'm afraid you must have the wrong number," Mrs. Fizzlebot said politely,
while envisioning Ayano's hands around the neck of the early mor
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