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1 Grad Day
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2 by Raven_Roth
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4 joelsi1989@hotmail.com
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5
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6 I do not own any CCS works.
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7 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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8 The black-haired girl was getting bored. She and Sakura were
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9 graduating today, but the highlights of the ceremony had come and
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10 gone. The awards had been neat; her beloved Sakura had gotten the
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11 highest student/athlete award. Tomoyo herself had received the best
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12 music award. But once these things were over, it was time to start
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13 listening to speeches. To make matters worse, Tomoyo’s camcorder’s
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14 battery had run down, so she couldn’t tape Sakura anymore today.
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15
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16 And Sakura looked so pretty today, so elegant. And she smelled
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17 wonderful, too; she wore a new perfume that reminded Tomoyo of late
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18 springtime. Just by being this close, she was unwittingly driving
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19 Tomoyo to distraction. Suddenly, Tomoyo formed a brilliant,
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20 thoroughly evil idea.
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21
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22 “Sakura-chan,” she whispered seductively into her best friend’s ear,
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23 “You’re so beautiful. I just want to lead you up to that main table,
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24 lay you down, rip off your clothes, spread chocolate frosting all over
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25 you-“
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26
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27 “-What?” Sakura interjected, barely keeping her voice to a loud
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28 whisper. A few students seated near her stared for a minute as a
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29 cherry-red blush blossomed on her face. She waited until they’d
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30 turned away. Tomoyo was grinning. “Shame on you,” Sakura hissed in
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31 horror. “I can’t believe how naughty you are!”
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32
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33 “It’s your fault for getting me all hot. If you didn’t want me to
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34 have these ‘naughty thoughts,’ you shouldn’t have agreed to exchange
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35 underwear with me. All I can think is, ‘I’m wearing Sakura-chan’s
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36 cute satin panties!’”
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37
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38 The brown-haired girl groaned. “I knew that would come back to haunt
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39 me,” she said with false regret. “Please, just control yourself.
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40 This ceremony is almost over.”
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41
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42 Tomoyo stuck out her lower lip. “I don’t think I can wait much
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43 longer. After this, we’ve got that banquet. Then we’re going over to
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44 your house to talk with your dad and brother and my mom. Only when
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45 that’s finally over will I be able to take my lovely Sakura-chan to
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46 bed and make her-“
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47
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48 “-Stop it, Tomoyo-chan!” Sakura said in a shocked voice. “This’ll be
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49 done soon enough, okay? Or am I not worth the wait?”
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50
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51 “Well, when you put it that way…” Tomoyo sighed. But she smiled
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52 inwardly. She wasn’t giving up, not by a long shot.
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53
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54 The graduation ceremony ended. Sakura and Tomoyo got into the limo
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55 Tomoyo’s mother had provided. “To the Ruby Restaurant, please,”
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56 Tomoyo told the chauffeuse.
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57
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58 “See, it’s not so bad, is it?” Sakura asked. “We won’t have to stay
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59 at the banquet very l-mmphff!”
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60
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61 Tomoyo had pounced, pulling her lover into a long, burning kiss.
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62 Sakura returned it with equal enthusiasm, tasting the blue-eyed girl’s
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63 tongue, enjoying the pressure of her delicious lips. The pair
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64 embraced tightly and kept kissing for most of the ride. With plenty
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65 of resistance from Tomoyo and herself, Sakura pulled away at last.
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66
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67 “We’re nearly there, I think, and we need to ditch the ceremonial
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68 gowns,” she explained.
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69
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70 “You’re right. You take off mine and I’ll take off yours, all right?
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71 The zippers are so tricky to reach.”
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72
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73 Sakura nodded in agreement. She took her time removing Tomoyo’s gown
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74 and then turned her back to let Tomoyo help her with hers. She felt
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75 Tomoyo’s small, delicate fingers linger on her back for far longer
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76 than necessary and she smiled. But then Tomoyo pushed the loose robe
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77 off her shoulders, sliding the straps of her dress along with it-
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78
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79 “-Tomoyo-chan!” she said reprovingly.
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80
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81 “It was an accident,” Tomoyo said, not fooling Sakura at all.
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82
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83 “It was not! Honestly!”
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84
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85 “Gomen ne,” Tomoyo hastily apologized. “But you have to understand.
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86 The most beautiful woman in the world wanted me to help undress her;
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87 it would strain anyone’s self-discipline.”
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88
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89 “How sweet,” Sakura melted. She gathered Tomoyo into another deep
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90 kiss. Then the car stopped.
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91
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92 “Should only be about an hour or so,” Sakura told her friend as they
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93 entered the building.
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94
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95 They seated themselves across from each other at a long table. Most
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96 of their old friends were situated around them. Naoko and Rika sat on
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97 either side of Tomoyo; Meilin and Chiharu were to Sakura’s right and
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98 left. The food was served almost immediately and it was quite good.
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99 The conversation was engaging too.
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100
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101 “Where are you going from here?” Chiharu asked Tomoyo.
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102
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103 “Ask Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo replied.
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104
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105 Sakura’s face lit up with a red glow, but she stayed calm. “How about
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106 it then?” Chiharu pressed. “Where are you and Tomoyo-chan going after
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107 this?”
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108
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109 “Well, w-“ Suddenly, Sakura felt a silk-clad foot gently rubbing her
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110 lower leg. Tomoyo was smirking, but trying to suppress it. Sakura
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111 swallowed hard and continued. “We are planning on attending the
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112 University of Tokyo. We’ve given it a lot of thought. I’m sure it
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113 will be-“
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114
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115 Tomoyo’s foot was on her knee now, sliding slowly higher. Still,
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116 Sakura didn’t panic. Tomoyo would have to run out of space soon. The
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117 table was fairly wide; the black-haired demoness couldn’t extend her
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118 reach much further. With a shudder of arousal, Sakura took up her
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119 thread again. “It will be difficult, of course, but I believe that
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120 Tomoyo-chan and I can make the grade.”
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121
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122 “If anyone can, it’s you two,” Naoko asserted.
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123
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124 Tomoyo’s foot was slowly traveling higher and higher up Sakura’s
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125 thigh. How was that possible? Only if Tomoyo was-oh no! She was!
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126 She was slipping lower and lower in her seat. Someone was sure to
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127 notice, Sakura realized. What could she do? Then she remembered that
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128 Naoko had just complimented them. “Arigatou,” she said a tad
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129 breathlessly. “How about you, Naoko-chan?”
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130
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131 Luckily, everyone but Tomoyo and Sakura turned their attention to
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132 Naoko. “I’m going to Hokkaido…” she was saying. Sakura didn’t hear a
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133 word. Tomoyo was wiggling her toes against Sakura’s most sensitive
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134 spot and she was so far down in her chair that her head was barely
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135 above the table. Sakura stifled a whimper and stood up, trying to
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136 save herself from the determined temptress across the table.
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137
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138 “Got to get more sushi,” she stammered to the surprised group seated
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139 with her.
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140
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141 “So do I,” Tomoyo said, nearly giggling. She hurried after Sakura.
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142 As she got to the buffet, the green-eyed girl whirled on her.
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143
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144 “What’s gotten into you?” she demanded. “Are you trying to make me
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145 pass out from lack of blood, since it’s all in my face? Some
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146 girlfriend you are!”
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147
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148 “What’s wrong?” Tomoyo said innocently. “Just stretching my legs was
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149 all. You should have ignored me.”
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150
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151 “Ignore that?” Sakura objected. “The woman I love is rubbing me in a
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152 crowded restaurant and I’m supposed to ignore it? Look, just behave
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153 yourself.”
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154
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155 “That’s what you do to me, darling. But I promise to try my best.”
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156 She winked and pinched Sakura’s backside.
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157
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158 “Wow, I feel reassured,” the brown-haired girl said in her most
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159 sarcastic voice.
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160
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161 It was a struggle, but Tomoyo kept her word, mostly. She brushed up
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162 against Sakura a couple times, but in general conducted herself very
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163 well. Sakura was plenty grateful for this, because Tomoyo had been
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164 getting her very worked up. She didn’t want to admit that to Tomoyo,
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165 of course; the knowledge would only encourage her to keep the
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166 lascivious teasing going. As soon as the two ladies got back into the
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167 limo, Sakura lunged. She started sucking on Tomoyo’s tongue and
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168 letting her hands roam all over Tomoyo’s lithe body. The girls made
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169 out for a few minutes when suddenly the driver’s voice came over the
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170 intercom. “Destination, please?”
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171
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172 Sakura wrenched her mouth away from Tomoyo’s lips. “Kinomoto
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173 residence, please,” she managed to say. Then Tomoyo was kissing her
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174 again, keeping her extremely busy. It was all Sakura could do to keep
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175 herself clothed until the limousine rolled to a stop in front of her
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176 house. “Okay, you little bottle of mischief, I need one more hour of
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177 civilized behavior from you.”
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178
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179 “Aw,” Tomoyo whined, “why did you have to get me all fired up then?
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180 How is that fair?”
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181
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182 “That wasn’t to ‘fire you up,’ as you put it; it was to tide you over
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183 until we’re done here. Now be a good girl.”
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184
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185 “Sure,” Tomoyo chuckled, playing with Sakura’s breasts.
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186
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187 “I mean it!” Sakura chided.
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188
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189 Soon they were all seated around the Kinomoto dinner table, playing a
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190 challenging but fun game that Sakura’s father called “Trivial
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191 Pursuit.” The parents surprisingly had real difficulties with Tomoyo,
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192 who had a memory like super glue.
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193
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194 “It’s the end of an era,” Touya mourned as he took his move.
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195
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196 “How’s that?” his father asked.
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197
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198 “We’re out of school, oto-san, even the kaiju,” he joked.
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199
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200 Sakura was about to retaliate when she felt her friend’s nimble
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201 fingers lightly stroking her inner thigh. She turned almost lavender,
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202 her retort dying before it reached her lips. She squirmed, but Tomoyo
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203 just wouldn’t take the hint.
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204
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205 Touya, meanwhile, was staring at his younger sister. “You’re going to
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206 let me get away with that, Sakura-chan? Are you feeling okay?”
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207
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208 “Yeah, I feel pretty darn good,” Sakura said, sweatdropping. “I’m
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209 grown up now; it’ll take more than just calling me a monster to get me
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210 riled.”
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211
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212 “Glad to hear it, kaiju,” Touya chuckled.
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213
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214 “You are going to study at the university with a specific goal in
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215 mind, right Sakura-chan?” Sonomi asked.
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216
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217 My goal is to survive your daughter’s attempts to screw me to death,
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218 Sakura thought without meaning to. She blushed even harder. “I want
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219 to be an architect, Daidouji-san,” she said as evenly as she could.
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220 She felt Tomoyo’s hand almost reaching the panties she was
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221 wearing-Tomoyo’s panties. She couldn’t take much more of this.
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222
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223 “It’s important to have goals,” Sakura’s father stated. “And today,
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224 you two achieved one of those goals. This calls for celebration.
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225 I’ve got a bottle of champagne-“
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226
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227 “-I’ll get it!” Sakura cried, leaping up from Tomoyo’s incessant
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228 torture.
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229
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230 “Let me come with you,” Tomoyo said, rising as well. A feeling of
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231 dread poured over Sakura, but she had no good reason to decline the
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232 request. The two girls headed down to the basement.
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233
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234 As Sakura’s foot hit the floor, before she even had a chance to turn
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235 around, Tomoyo’s hands were under her dress, yanking her underwear
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236 down past her knees, dropping them to the carpet. “Hey!” she yelped.
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237
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238 “I want my panties back. Now,” Tomoyo growled playfully. She forced
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239 her thigh between Sakura’s legs.
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240
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241 “Tomoyo-chan!” the brown-haired girl squeaked. She couldn’t walk with
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242 the panties around her ankles, so she stepped out of them quickly.
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243 She began to dodge, but Tomoyo advanced even more swiftly. She
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244 grinned maliciously, got a firm grip on Sakura’s bottom, and lifted
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245 her onto the green billiard table. Her hands went back under Sakura’s
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246 dress, bunching it up around the slim young woman’s waist.
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247
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248 “Stop, Tomoyo-chan,” Sakura begged. “We might-“
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249
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250 “-I’m through waiting,” Tomoyo declared in a flat voice. “It’s time
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251 for Sakura-chan to come.” She thrust her head between Sakura’s
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252 shaking knees and immediately began to assault her sopping, naked
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253 vagina with her mouth. It was obvious that Sakura’s body was more
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254 than ready for this.
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255
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256 Sakura’s eyes rolled back. “Tomoyo!” she gasped. “We could-ah! Get
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257 caught!”
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258
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259 “I know,” Tomoyo mumbled without lifting her head. “So you’d better
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260 come fast.”
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261
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262 “Ah! Oh! Ah!” Sakura shrieked. Her toes curled. Tomoyo had been
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263 building her anticipation steadily all day and now she was delivering
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264 in spades. Her lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere. The
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265 sensations were so strong that it was like Tomoyo licking her entire
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266 body in long, languid strokes. Sakura’s every molecule sang with
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267 unbelievable pleasure. This was their gathering; they should be
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268 upstairs; Touya was bound to come looking for them an second-but damn,
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269 Tomoyo was loving her right! Sakura didn’t want her to stop, not at
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270 all, no matter what the consequences might be.
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271
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272 “What’s taking those girls so long?” Sakura’s father wondered.
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273
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274 Touya and Sonomi glanced at each other knowingly. “I’m sure they’ll
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275 be back in a minute,” Sonomi laughed nervously. I hope, she added
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276 silently. This isn’t the best way for Sakura’s father to find out
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277 about them. I can’t believe he doesn’t know already.
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278
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279 The curious man started to rise from the table. “I’d better-“
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280
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281 “-No, no,” Touya intervened. “I’ll do it; I’ll go get them. You just
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282 relax, oto-san.”
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284 As slowly as he could, Touya strode to the basement door. He listened
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285 before he opened it. He could distinctly hear his little sister’s
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286 muffled cries of ecstasy. He stopped and waited embarrassedly, not
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287 wanting to walk in on Tomoyo and Sakura while they were so…active.
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288
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289 “Good job, Sakura-chan; I think that’s about the fastest you’ve ever
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290 climaxed. I knew you could do it!”
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291
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292 “I love you, Tomoyo-chan,” the green-eyed girl sighed. “Now let’s
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293 hurry and get back upstairs.”
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294
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295 “Right,” Tomoyo agreed, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief from her
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296 purse. “You taste so great.”
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297
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298 “Where are my panties?”
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299
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300 “You mean, my panties?”
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301
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302 “Yes. Come on, I need them.”
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303
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304 “They somehow got looped around a blade of the ceiling fan,” the
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305 blue-eyed beauty snickered.
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306
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307 “What? You did that on purpose…but when did--I mean, how did you?”
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308
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309 “No time to explain. We’d better get back up there.”
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310
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311 “You are the most evil person I know,” Sakura pouted.
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312
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313 Touya opened the door a crack. “Are you two done yet?” he called as
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314 loudly as he dared. “Dad’s getting suspicious.”
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315
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316 “Just a second!” Tomoyo chirped while Sakura went redder than she had
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317 in years. Tomoyo gripped her lover’s arm and hauled her toward the
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318 staircase.
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319
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320 “Underwear!” Sakura reminded.
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321
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322 “I’m afraid you’ll have to do without,” Tomoyo answered sweetly, never
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323 pausing.
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325 Sakura was terrified. She knew that once they returned to the table,
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326 Tomoyo would be starting again in ten minutes, tops. Her only hope
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327 was to end the gathering before Tomoyo renewed her attack. But how?
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328 She pondered the possibilities desperately.
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329
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330 She gave her dad the champagne bottle and took her seat next to her
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331 gorgeous lover. Given what she just did downstairs, she ought to be
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332 satisfied for a little while at least, Sakura hoped. But today she’s
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333 been a super-mega hornball, so I can’t count on more than a brief
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334 respite.
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336 Sakura’s father pulled the cork out of the bottle with a loud pop. He
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337 started pouring. Sakura glanced at Touya. He raised his eyebrows and
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338 smirked. Feeling a rising blush, she quickly turned away, only to
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339 find herself staring directly into Sonomi’s eyes. Tomoyo’s mother
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340 grinned at the embarrassed girl. Sakura would have bet the she could
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341 fry an egg on her cheeks; they were as hot as a griddle. Obviously,
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342 Sonomi knew what was going on between her and Tomoyo. But how had she
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343 found out? Sakura felt some relief though; Sonomi clearly approved of
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344 the relationship.
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345
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346 “I would like to propose a toast,” Sakura’s father announced as he
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347 recorked the bottle. “Happiness and success to Tomoyo and Sakura!”
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348
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349 Sonomi, Sakura, and Touya blushed at his choice of words, but everyone
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350 raised their glasses and toasted.
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351
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352 “Mm, this is very good. Arigatou, Kinomoto-san,” Tomoyo said
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353 politely.
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354
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355 “Hear, hear,” Sonomi said. “And thank you for having us over. My
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356 daughter is blessed to know such wonderful people as you.”
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357
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358 “Don’t I know it?” Tomoyo said, squeezing Sakura’s leg under the
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359 table.
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360
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361 “Please don’t mention it,” Sakura’s father replied. “I’m glad that
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362 Sakura-chan has such a terrific best friend and I’m honored that you
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363 accepted the invitation to our house.”
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364
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365 Tomoyo began caressing Sakura’s upper thigh.
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366
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367 Miraculously, the little get-together broke up just a few minutes
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368 later, while Sakura was still able to disguise her moans.
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369
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370 Sakura ran to her room, with Tomoyo chasing right behind. As soon as
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371 Tomoyo got past the door, Sakura shut it behind her and tackled her to
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372 the mattress. “I love you Tomoyo-chan, in spite of your being a
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373 wicked temptress who can’t keep her hands to herself. But-“ here she
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374 lowered her voice and gazed into Tomoyo’s stunning blue eyes with her
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375 dazzling green eyes “-you know you’re about to be punished.”
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376
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377 A chill of exhilaration raced up and down, up and down, along Tomoyo’s
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378 spine. In three seconds, Sakura had her naked.
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379
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380 I love it when a plan works, Tomoyo reflected blissfully. |
