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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Tomoko Masuda :
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r the thin
cloth that was held so tightly against my nether lips. His fingers
became more insistent, and I could feel myself and the cloth of my
pants becoming wet. I was still shivering with nervousness. I was,
throughout the evening, acutely aware that I had no pubic hair. For
some reason, whatever else I was feeling, that was on my mind. I just
hadn't gotten used to it, I guess. I still haven't.
I felt shaky and nervous. Not afraid, exactly, but terribly aware
of my nakedness and uncertain of what was coming next. I knew he
wouldn't depart from the List, but there was an awful lot on that
list, and after all, I hadn't even kissed him for six monthsÄÄhad only
seen him once in all that timeÄÄand he was practically bringing me to
a climax in a strange house under very weird circumstances. I think he
meant it to be that way, but I was not comfortable.
He stood and kissed me. Finally. He must have sensed that I
needed some reassurance. I could feel his stiffness as he pressed
against me. This is what I
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