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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Izumi Tachibana :
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ir half-way across the room and grabbed my can of "Blue," then
focused
on "the blond" doing Izumi's thing. I couldn't help but think of this
stranger
sitting less than ten feet away watching this movie on my television
with
me.... I couldn't even remember Izumi's name! (It was Linda)
Occasionally, as
scenes would change, I'd glance over to Izumi's to see how Izumi Tachibana was doing.
Our eyes
would never meet, but I could sense Izumi's movements...her hands would
approach
her pussy, or Izumi Tachibana 'd seem to rub against Izumi's tit with Izumi's upper arm, or
something subtle like that....
This went on for what seemed like a long time, but was probably
only ten
or fifteen minutes. Then, Izumi's voice broke the ice in the room when Izumi Tachibana
asked
for a refill. Startled, I jumped out of my chair and seemed to grab
the glass
out of Izumi's hand and headed for the kitchen. As I reached into the
'fridge for
the wine bottle, I realized that Izumi Tachibana followed right behind me.... I
asked Izumi's
what Izumi Tachibana thought of the
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