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Her brown hair danced around her face. She looked the most like her father, almost nothing of Japan in her pale features. Round eyes, full lips, stron... cheekbones. She wore a pair of jeans so tight they molded to her legs and rode so low the thong hugging her waist was clear as day. Her boob tube quivered with the bounce of her breasts.Not the clothes she had left on her date on.“Okasan!” she gasped, falling back on the Japanese word for mother. Ruri spoke Japanese fluently, unlike my other. She thought I was joking and finished her work. She said that she is ready to leave.I told her to go to the bedroom and open my cupboard and take out the bag that was there. She went with great expectations and opened the cupboard and brought out the bag that was intended for her.She asked, “What is in this?”I said, “Open and see, only then would you know what is in it.”Kasturi opened it and opened the brown and white saree. Her face revealed all her happiness. I said, “Wear it and. More

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