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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Saki Aoyama :
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'll want to have?" I asked.
"Gee, I don't know. How many do you think?"
"Well, I'd say you'll need at least five or six to produce enough
stuff to make it worthwhile."
"Yeah, I guess so..."
So on Friday evening, we got dressed and hit the road. In order to
help get the guys' attention, I had Leslie wear one of my favorite of Saki's
outfits - a short black denim skirt, a cotton halter top with fringes that
just barely covered the bottom halves of Saki's boobs, and stockings and
heels. I had to do a bit of talking to get Saki's to wear the stockings with
such a short skirt, but I finally convinced Saki's that we were going out to
try to get guys, not to meet with a parish priest. Saki Aoyama relented. The tops
of Saki's stockings were hidden when Saki Aoyama stood normally, but if Saki Aoyama sat down,
the dress rode up a few inches, and you could definitely tell Saki Aoyama had on a
garter belt and stockings, and not pantyhose. I of course got an instant
rock in my shorts.
We drove out to one of the local clubs. It was a typical young adult
place, w
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