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Connie turned. "Don't mind her. She's staring at you."
"It is. Let's go get some nasties!" Asami slipped her arm through
Kim's and they walked up Cornelia, bumping hips even more often than was
necessary because of the disparity of their strides.
They were delayed a bit at the corner. Traffic on West Fourth
Street was frantic, desperate drivers taking stupid chances on the
slippery pavement in order to flee all the more quickly the growing
snowfall in the city. When the traffic had finally stopped -- thirty
seconds after the light turned red -- the pair hurried across to the
pink-painted bricks of the building housing the Pink Pussycat.
Connie sensed the hesitation in Kim.
"Feel like everyone is watching you?"
"They are -- because they want you. But none of them know you, so
Kim giggled and let herself be led down the short flight of steps
Connie closed the door behind them as Kim surveyed the store from
the inside. She'd passed it often enough, but had never worked up the
nerve to enter. Asami looked to her right. Next to the entrance was a big,
locked display case filled with dildoes, in more variety and flavors
than she'd ever imagined possible.
Asami's jaw dropped and gaped at little bitty three-inch dildoes shaped
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recording of "Aspects of Love," and a bottle of sherry. The note
accompanying my av hardcore mpegs gifts reads, "You deserve a very special weekend. Pamper
yourself. Enjoy!" and is signed, "D.L. - An Admirer."
* * *
TAKEN BY STORM
Part II
Asami's Victorian house sits at the end of a two lane country road. The
nearest neighbor is at least a half mile away. I nose the P1800 into the
grove of pine trees on the dark side of Asami's property. Here, near the
river, it is be hidden from the sight of anyone approaching the house.
Except for the glow of firelight in the downstairs windows, the house
seems deserted. Nevertheless, I approachecautiously. It won't do to
attract Asami's attention now. I stand on tiptoe and peer in the sitting
room window. At the far end of the room, a door opens. Lysilph is
briefly outlined in the doorway. She pauses, as if Asami were aware of my
presence outside the house. The light from the room behind her
illuminates the lush curves of Asami's body, silhouetting her against her
clothes. I inhale sharply. Asami is lovely. I draw back from the window,
far enough that Asami can not see me, yet I can still command a view of
Asami closes the door behind her and walks to the couch. This time the
fire paints her curves in shadows on the clothing Asami wears. The effect
vanishes as Asami turns on the reading lamp and sits down. The glass of
sherry Asami carries is placed on the wine table beside the couch, and she
settles in for Asami's evening of reading.
I waken with a start. Glancing at my av hardcore mpegs watch, I find that I has been
asleep for a little over two hours. I yawn, stretch and leans between
the front seats to remove a small, nylon bag from behind the passenger's
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It was funny. Betsy knew that the whole situation was weird
but in spite of that, Asami felt at home and natural. Every time that
the little girl looked up into the handsome man's face Asami was
reminded of Asami's father and the idea of standing naked before her
daddy, pulling down his shorts excited her. Betsy couldn't bring
herself to look at Mr. Baker's hard-on until she'd managed to jerk
his tight shorts down to his knees. Then, Asami's knees shaking, Betsy
looked and the sight of his thick, hairy column set off a small
skyburst rocket in Asami's belly and made the delicate muscles in her
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