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Kyo arborait un large sourire, alors qu'il jonglait avec la bourse aux pièces sonnantes et trébuchantes de sa bien- aimée.

Yuya trouvait des cachettes vestimentaires de plus en plus intéressantes pour son esprit et ses mains perverses. S'il fallait la déshabiller à chaque course, il trouverait de plus en plus de prétextes pour descendre en ville.

Il était de très bonne humeur. Il avait pu pelotonner ses petits seins et lui mettre la main aux fesses.

Et elle avait râlé.

Son sourire s'élargit.

Kyo se ferait pardonner en rentrant. Il allait remettre le bien à sa place exacte. Comme il est maladroit avec les vêtements de femme, la ceinture de Yuya glissera pour dévoiler ses courbes. Ses yeux brillèrent de lubricité. Quel homme pouvait résister à sa femme nue ?

Il se souvint avec bonheur de la douceur de sa peau et de ses gémissements enthousiastes.

Kyo avait déjà envie d'elle.

Tout de même, il avait intérêt à lui faire un cadeau pour la mettre dans de bonnes dispositions.

Et il planquerait l'amphore de saké. Il ne la confierait pas à Kyoshiro, car il serait capable de la finir tout seul. Ne pas boire son saké serait désagréable… Par contre, si Kyoshiro finissait la bouteille, il aurait une excuse pour retourner en ville et donc voler le porte-monnaie de Yuya. Intéressant cas de figure…

S'il pouvait avoir les mains baladeuses sur Yuya chaque jour, il serait un homme heureux, mais sobre.

Tout d'abord, il fallait acheter un nouveau kimono à Yuya. Un résistant de préférence. Sa femme ne choisissait que des tissus friables. Il suffisait à peine de tirer dessus pour qu'ils se déchirent. L'aspect pratique de cette faiblesse de la matière ne contentait pas totalement Kyo. Il ne supportait plus que sa femme se retrouve à poil devant un public masculin.

Kyoshiro avait l'esprit vraiment mal tourné. Quand ils partageaient le même corps, le voyeurisme de son ami/rival/pire ennemi avait eu des avantages non négligeables. Maintenant, Kyo le soupçonnait de ne pas avoir abandonné ses mauvaises habitudes. Et il se souvenait que Kyoshiro appréciait beaucoup trop la silhouette de Yuya. Cet idiot pensait qu'elle avait des mensurations parfaites. Yuya était plate, mais il n'était même pas capable de s'en apercevoir.

Maintenant, il était de mauvaise humeur.

Il le fut encore plus quand il apprit le prix du kimono magnifiquement ultrarésistant pour Yuya.

Kyo était face à un gros dilemme. Depuis qu'il était en couple avec Yuya, il évitait les trop grosses dépenses. La perte d'argent semblait la rendre frigide. Si en plus, elle avait un kimono anti-pervers de cérémonie, il ne pourrait plus l'approcher.

Yuya pourrait aussi apprécier son cadeau. Elle se plaignait depuis un moment de n'avoir rien à se mettre.

Kyo détestait se prendre la tête. Il l'acheta. Advienne que pourra.

Il profita ensuite d'avoir droit à un verre gratuit à la boutique de saké. Puis il eut droit à un deuxième. Il décida qu'il honorerait sa femme avant de lui donner son cadeau. Au moment de partir rejoindre sa bien-aimée, il croisa cet enfoiré de Kyoshiro.

Ce sale pervers de voyeur alcoolique lorgnait sur sa femme.

Kyoshiro, conscient du caractère lunatique de son meilleur ami, posa les pétards qu'il transportait sous les bras. La main sur le sabre, il proposa à Kyo de le raccompagner chez le douce Yuya.

En plein magasin, Kyo dégaina son sabre en lui promettant une mort atroce.

Ce lâche de Kyoshiro s'enfuit dehors et provoqua un mouvement de foule.

Kyo trancha dans le vide et perdit de vue Kyoshiro.

Il grogna en le cherchant parmi les passants effrayés. Sa mort ne serait pas pour aujourd'hui. Dommage, Yuya aurait pu apprécier.

A peine eût-il mis un pied à la maison que Yuya lui fit une scène. Il lui avait pris son argent et pincé les fesses. Il avait dépensé toutes ses économies. Il avait oublié de jeter ses bouteilles de saké vide. Il y en avait trente et une ! Oh ! Elle les avait comptées ? Kyo avait une excuse pour retourner en ville et rechercher Kyoshiro mort ou vif.

Yuya mit une nouvelle bûche dans la cheminée, se penchant pour se faire. Ses kimonos ét

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Kyo sported a broad smile, while he flirted with the stock exchange to hard and cash of his much-loved parts.Yuya was more interesting clothing hideouts for his wit and his perverse hands. Whether the Strip to each race, there would more in addition to excuses to go down in the city.He was in a very good mood. He could curl up her small breasts and put hand to the buttocks.And she had bitched.His smile widens.Kyo would forgive returning home. He was going to restore the property to its exact place. As he is awkward with women's apparel, Yuya belt will slip to reveal her curves. His eyes shone lubricity. What man could resist his naked wife?He remembered with happiness of the softness of her skin and her excited moans.Kyo had already want it.Still, he had interest in making a gift to put under optimum conditions.And he planqueraient the amphora's sake. It would not entrust the to Kyoshiro, because he would be able to end it all alone. Do not drink sake would be unpleasant... On the other hand, if Kyoshiro was finishing the bottle, it would have an excuse to return to town and so steal the wallet of Yuya. Interesting case...If he could have wandering hands on Yuya every day, it would be a man happy but sober.Firstly, it was necessary to buy a new kimono to Yuya. Resistant of preference. His wife chose that friable tissues. It was barely enough to shoot them so they tear. The practical aspect of this material weakness does not totally contented Kyo. He supported more the woman finds herself naked before a male audience.Kyoshiro had the spirit really wrong. When they shared the same body, the voyeurism of his friend/rival/worst enemy had many advantages. Now, Kyo suspected him of not abandoning its bad habits. And he remembered that Kyoshiro too much appreciated the silhouette of Yuya. This idiot thought she had perfect measurements. Yuya was flat, but it was not even capable of noticing.Now he was in a bad mood.It was even more when he learned the price of beautifully heavy-duty kimono for Yuya.Kyo was a big dilemma. He was in a relationship with Yuya, he avoided too big spending. The loss of money seemed to make it frigid. If more, it had an anti-pervers ceremony kimono, he could not approach him.Yuya could also appreciate his gift. She complained from a moment of nothing to get.Kyo hated to take the lead. He bought it. Come what may.He then took to qualify for a free drink at the sake shop. And then there was a second. He decided that he would honour his wife before giving her gift. At the time of starting to reach his beloved, he crossed this Tesfaye of Kyoshiro.This dirty alcoholic voyeur pervert covetously on his wife.Kyoshiro, aware of the whimsical character of his best friend, posa firecrackers he was carrying under arm. The hand on the sword, he proposed to Kyo's take it home sweet Yuya.Full store, Kyo drew his sword by promising him a horrific death.This coward of Kyoshiro fled outside and caused a movement of crowd.Kyo lopped off in the vacuum and lost sight Kyoshiro.He grunted in searching for it among the frightened passers-by. His death would not be for today. Damage, Yuya could appreciate.Barely had he put a foot at home that Yuya made him a scene. It had taken his money and pinched the buttocks. He had spent all his savings. He had forgotten to throw his empty sake bottles. There were thirty-one! Oh! She had counted them? Kyo had an excuse to return to the city and find Kyoshiro dead or alive.Yuya mit a new log in the fireplace, leaning to. Its & kimonos

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Kyo gave a broad smile, while he toying with the bourse to parts and monetize its well- aimee.

Yuya found hiding places clothing more and more interesting for its spirit and its perverse hands. If he had the strip to each race, it would be more and more excuses to go down in the city.

It was in a very good mood.He had been able curl up on his small breasts and him put a hand to the buttocks.

and it had last gasp.

His smile widens.

Kyo would forgive in returning. It would restore the property to its exact position. As it is clumsy with the clothing of women, the seat belt Yuya will slip to unveil its curves. His eyes brillerent of lubricity. What man could resist its naked woman ?

He remembered with happiness of the sweetness of its skin and groaning enthusiastic.

Kyo had already envy of it.

All of same, he had an interest in him to make a gift to the put in good provisions.

And it planquerait the amphora of sake. It does not transfer to Kyoshiro, because it would be able to finish all alone. Do not drink his sake would be rude ... By against,If Kyoshiro ended the bottle, he would have an excuse to go back into the city and therefore steal the purses of Yuya. Interesting case of figure ...

if he could have the hands handlamps on Yuya each day, it would be a happy man, but sober.

First of all, he had to buy a new kimono to Yuya. A resistant of preference. His wife do chose that fabrics friable.It was enough to bother to pull to they tear. The practical aspect of this weakness of the subject did not merely totally Kyo. He could not bear more than his wife is found in hair before a public male.

Kyoshiro had the spirit really wrong. When they shared the same body, the voyeurism of his friend/rival/worst enemy had had significant benefits.Now, Kyo was suspected of not having abandoned its bad habits. And he remembered that Kyoshiro appreciated very much too the silhouette of Yuya. This idiot thought that she had the perfect measurements. Yuya was flat, but he was not even able to recognize.

Now, he was in a bad mood.

He was even more when he learned the price of kimono beautifully thinnger for Yuya.

Kyo was faced with a big dilemma. Since he was in torque with Yuya, he avoided the too large expenditures. The loss of money seemed the make frigid. If, in addition, she had a kimono anti-perverse of ceremony, he could no longer close.

Yuya could also appreciate his gift.She complained about since a time because they have nothing to.

Kyo hated to take the head. He bought. Come what may.

It wjbo then to have right to a free drink at the boutique of sake. Then he had a right to second. He decided that he would honor his wife before giving him his gift. At the time of from joining his beloved, it novelties this enfoire of Kyoshiro.

This dirty perverts of voyeur alcoholic had envied on his wife.

Kyoshiro, aware of the lunatic character of his best friend, posa the firecrackers he was carrying under the arms. The hand on the sabre, he proposed to Kyo of the escort among the gentle Yuya.

in full store, Kyo Aerodal unsheathed his sabre in promising him an agonizing death.

This cowardly of Kyoshiro fled outside and caused a movement of crowd.

Kyo ruled in the empty and lost of view Kyoshiro.

He growled at him in the seeking among the passers frightened. His death would not for today. Damage, Yuya could have assessed.

A sentence had he put a foot at home that Yuya made him a scene. He had taken his money and pinched his buttocks.He had spent all his savings. He had forgotten to discard its bottles of sake empty. There were thirty-one! Oh! She had counted? Kyo had an excuse to go back into the city and search for Kyoshiro dead or alive.

Yuya mit a new Yule log in the fireplace, leaning to do so. His kimonos and