Asami

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face with Asami tits and grinding her big thighs against my hips with so much force I thought we would burst through the wall to the next room. I could only gasp for air every few seconds as Asami rolled my face between her breasts and kept saying "Is this close enough John? Feel how solid the are, go on feel them John, kiss them, Kiss Them John !! and then Asami wrapped both her arms around my head, surrounding me with Asami bountiful breasts. I was nearly unconcious and felt like I was literally hanging by my Asami gallery trapped head. "You're not going to pass out on me again are you John?" Asami laughed. Trisha pulled me over next to Asami bed and uncoiled her powerful arms from around my head, letting me slide mercifully from between Asami arms, onto the bed. She was dressed and waiting, smiling down on me from the foot of the bed when I finally came to my senses. Asami hand was inside my shorts, playing with the ribbon from the night before. "I see you're still wearing my Asami gallery little reminder John, I like that, it keeps me on your mind." Asami said. "Why do you keep doing this to me Trisha? Why?" I asked. " Because I know how much you love my breasts, and my Asami gallery big body John. I Love to turn you on and watch you squirm, you're usually hard as a rock the whole time too, I can feel it. You might not have known it, but thats' what you did to me all summer long a few years a go" she said. "What are you talking about" I said "Come on, I'll tell you later, we're going food shopping, I need you to buy beer and soda for my Asami gallery party tonight, some of my Asami gallery friends from school will be here, I want them to meet She never fully explained what Asami ment about her earlier statement, but I got the idea that when we rolled around and wrestled 2 or 3 years a go, set up by ...(cont.)

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