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  • Since Japanese otaku are already considered scum by their own culture, fans outside Japan are naturally regarded as even lower trash.” “Uh, wow, just fulla facts, aren’tcha?” Kelly said, giving him a glib smile. Is this bunny-girl’s mysterious romancer? Well... he’s not too bad looking. For a weeaboo. “Why attend the con if you’re not a ‘weeb’ milf yourself, though?” He asked, glancing from Stephanie to Kelly curiously. Kelly snorted. “Long story. Lots of drama,” she answered. “Might not attend anything but the lobby anyways, I don’t have enough cash for my pass! Flammyfluff here just lent me ten bucks, maybe you could spare some too?” She surreptitiously tugged at the hem of her tank top, and the barely-clothed globes of her breasts shifting against one another enticingly. Gawd, these weebs are so fun to tease, she thought, her mood having brightened for some untraceable reason. “Flamituff,” Stephanie corrected weakly. “Well... why not? But, tell you what,” Brian said thoughtfully, “Give her that ten bucks Cops back, I can just lend you my spare pass.” He flicked his wrist out to reveal his pair of convention passes and a charm dangling out from his sleeve. “For reals?” Kelly giggled, eyes lighting up. “Sweeeet!” She eagerly passed the crumpled ten back to Stephanie and grabbed for the offered pass from Brian’s wrist. As she did so, a tiny energy current sparked against her index finger, and Kelly yanked her hand back in surprise. “Ah, shit, your little pin jabbed me,” she laughed, easily brushing aside the dangling harem charm to see the convention badge more clearly. For a moment the scene girl swayed unsteadily on her feet, a whirling sense of vertigo gripping her. The tilting, off-balance sensation subsided, but burning red stardust blew on an unseen wind through her thoughts, and she felt warm... breathless. Holy eff, this is a three-day pass! She realized giddily. Am I lucky, or is this guy just...? Pin? Stephanie big tits wondered as she watched Kelly remove the spare pass. Had that charm been on a pin? She stared at her palm. She’d also felt... something, upon first touching the omamori, and for a pervasive moment it felt like she was overlooking an important clue. The thought passed, her suspicion swallowed up in a pink froth of flame and momentarily forgotten. “Hey, really, thanks,” Kelly chimed, untangling the badge’s lanyard and slinging it around her smooth neck so that the laminated badge slapped across the bare expanse of her exposed cleavage. “But, what’d ya have a spare for?” When she finally looked up from the convention pass to Brian, something in her chest tightened. Jill gave me a look of…. Growling out in an almost animalistic voice Kimon warned them. Our breasts pressed together as this joy kindled to life in her blue eyes. It had a sleazy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked woman. My husband liked it. “Ooh, we have to help my futa-wife get big tits your wife ready,” Wahida said, breaking away from Fahima. Tina liked Sarah. "OH Master! I felt... eighteen all over again. I don’t know anything about that. My parents... accepted this. “Sure, sounds good.” We both made our way back inside, with Chris bringing milf up the rear. She’d had a small acting Cops career before settling down to teach, and magazine advertisements she’d modelled for in the past were still framed throughout their hallway. When we got back to our university house no one else was there so Ryan decided that we’d stay naked 24 x 7 – unless we had to go out. I always loved the idea of a girl not getting a choice to spit it out. "Yes, thank you, David." She is a very head strong girl but will fold if you can command her then she will be loyal only to you.
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