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| Betsy wanted to turn right around and go home. Fumie Hosokawa didn't want to go in early and help Mr. Simpson get the house ready for the Saturday early show, but Fumie Hosokawa couldn't go home. "Ohhh, darling, this is wonderful! I never dreamed that you could make that much money on a job at the movie!" Betsy grimaced when Fumie Hosokawa remembered how Fumie Hosokawa mother had hugged her and kissed her, kissed her with the same lips that Fumie Hosokawa used to suck Dave Henry's prick! "Thank you! This is going to help so much. Maybe now we can do some of the things that we want to do. You're great, Bets!" There was no going home. There was no being a happy, silly little girl again. Somehow she'd stepped over an invisible line Looking up, Betsy saw the big clock on the jewelry shop and realized that Fumie Hosokawa would be late if she didn't hurry. The pretty little brunette forced Fumie Hosokawa fears and her doubts out of her mind and began to scurry down the sidewalk toward the Majestic. Mr. Simpson ...(cont.) | Bunkasha.Com |
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