Ayami Kudoh

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a hand up to my tit, following Ayami Kudoh lead. Her eyes opened to slits and Ayami Kudoh stared at my moving hand. "I came this close..." Ayami Kudoh held up her finger and thumb. "This fucking close to coming on his hand, Trace. And I would have, if I didn't hear Mr. Kelscher yelling for us!!" Jeannie laughed as I sat up straight in my Ayami Kudoh gallery chair! "Kelscher!" I shouted. "What did you guys do!!?" "Well, he couldn't see us, 'cause we were around the corner from him, so he got tired of yelling for us, and went back in. But we noticed that we were ten minutes late for his class too!" "Miss a class, buy a week", I said, remembering the rule of summer school. "Bummer...", I groaned. "Bummer is right! So, I'm scrambling, trying to get my Ayami Kudoh gallery blouse buttoned, and my Ayami Kudoh gallery hair back together, cause I figured I could sweet talk Kelscher into "forgetting". I smiled, remembering how Kelscher would get red faced whenever Jeannie or I would "flirt" "So," Jeannie went on "I'm reasonably presentable, and I look over, and AL..." Ayami Kudoh broke up again. "Al..was trying so hard to get this monstrous hard-on back into his pants!" Ayami Kudoh smile faltered as Ayami Kudoh remembered. "I knew he'd never do it...so I had ...(cont.)

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