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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Midori Nakaoka :
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like hole above his head.
"My, oh, my! Don't we look green." Melisa said and then started
laughing.
"It's not funny!" Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity.
"From where I'm standing, you look funny. Here," Melisa said as Midori Nakaoka
grabbed Midori's husband's arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed.
You'll need to sleep this one off."
After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice,
Melisa tucked Midori's husband into bed like a little boy.
"JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke
him up.
"Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to
see who was there.
"Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon's best friend Bob, yelled
out.
"It should be ready in a few minutes."
"Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat,
LETS GO!"
All Bob got was another tortured grunt.
"Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does his little
head hurt?" Bob teased.
"ASSHOLE!"
"PUSSY!"
"Double asshole!"
"Weekend Weed Whacker!"
Simon opened his
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