which still had Harris's rubbers in the pocket. It was beginning to look like that goon had been right about tonight after all. Woody shut the bedroom door behind them. Susan did not turn on the lamp, but there was a window, and it seemed to have stopped snowing outside. Pale, silvery moonlight shone in a shaft through the top pane, where the curtains were open. Susan gestured toward one of the beds, and he sat down on it. She immediately knelt down in front of him and reached for his penis. Woody realized with a twinge of anxiety that it had gone soft again already, but the feeling of Fumie Nakajima's fingers tugging gently at it quickly reassured him that his hardness would soon return. Suddenly he felt Fumie Nakajima's warm breath on his groin as well, and his
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