Emiri Henmi

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"Look on the bright side, Ann," I said, "You're always complaining that I don't understand you well enough. Think of this as a golden opportunity to get to know each other better!" "Hah! And what are we going to do on Monday? *I* don't know beans about computers, and *you* couldn't find your way around a library without a map. We've *got* to get our own bodies back." "Wellll... Perhaps if we tried to duplicate the original conditions, but in reverse..." This wasn't just a random thought, for this body I was in was still horny. I could feel the damp, *hot* wetness inside of me, and I marvelled at it. I knew that my Emiri Henmi gallery old body would still be recuperating from our last bout, and that, left to itself, it wouldn't be ready again for half an hour or so. But then, I didn't plan to leave it to itself. I leaned over and kissed Ann on the back of the neck, biting gently, while my hand reached up and lightly tweaked Emiri Henmi left nipple. She gasped in surprised pleasure. I was pleased, but not surprised; after all, didn't I know that body's desires better than anyone? I was sure I could have Emiri Henmi ready to go again in a matter of minutes. This strange yet erotic situation had me so arouseed that I could literally feel the juices starting to run down my Emiri Henmi gallery legs... ...(cont.)

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