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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Hiroko Aikawa :
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signed for Bardot. Even completely loosened. Hiroko's tits filled
the lacy bodice almost to bursting. The satiny fabric was pulled taut.
The string-like shoulder straps were pulled out slightly as they reached
down to their juncture with the material charge with modestly -- hah! --
covering Hiroko's breasts.
Hiroko Aikawa pulled on the dressing gown. Hiroko Aikawa experimented with the sash,
finally deciding the gown should be pulled in so that the edge ran down
over Hiroko's nipples and the sash should be tied high under Hiroko's tits. That
made Hiroko's proportions more womanly and less like those of a little girl
with someone else's tits.
Hiroko Aikawa draped Hiroko's hair over the back of the dressing gown and studied
herself in the mirror. Actually, Hiroko Aikawa thought, not too bad.
The clock said 12:30. One o'clock, Hiroko Aikawa thought. Just like Johnny.
And Hiroko Aikawa planned to do the same, and more. There, the similarity ended.
This was serious. This was w
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