Anna Kazuki

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finger back and forth over the buttons on the cuff of Anna Kazuki shirtsleeve. "You're starting to sound like a high school kid waiting for Anna Kazuki Connie admitted that Anna Kazuki felt that way herself. She looked at the wall clock -- almost seven. Anna Kazuki forced herself to stop pacing in front of the large sectional upon which Kim was nervously sitting. Anna Kazuki glanced at Kim and again marveled at the lust her young lover could inspire in her. Kim was wearing only the enormously oversized Arrow shirt. It was tailored for a man -- a very big man. But it barely contained the richly rolling swells of Kim's magnificent tits. The flash of Anna Kazuki long, bare legs beneath it led her thoughts to dwell on what lay at their juncture and Anna Kazuki felt her juices trickling in response. "I feel kind of funny about doing this here, too," Kim said. "Not me," Connie said happily. I've dreamed of this!" Impulsively, she bent and kissed Kimberly's forehead, brushing one hand through the luxuriant mass of Anna Kazuki rich hair. "But won't your husband mind?" Connie took Kim's face in both hands and kissed Anna Kazuki softly on the lips. "I told you, honey -- Jerry and I talked about this and he said the only way to find out is to try it out." And with Jerry out of town for the night -- he was addressing a seminar in Rochester -- the timing couldn't have been better. It was an experiment -- the first time either of them had brought a lover to their home. Both women tensed at the sound of the car pulling up outside. Connie straightened and stepped back. "Do I look okay?" Anna Kazuki pirouetted "You look yummy." And it was true. Connie was wearing a pair of designer jeans that molded themselves to Anna Kazuki taut ass and trim legs. Her ...(cont.)
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