Yoko's body was such a joy to carry around with her limp and sexy arms and legs that the killer didn't want to let her go. After two days however it w...s time to lay her to rest alongside her lover. The plaques for both of the lovely couple was put side by side. Yoko's read:"Yoko Mizushima 1993-2016 Satomi's lover. R.I.P. Died from being impaled by katana." The killer laid Yoko to rest naked except for silk panties and high heels. A contrast to Satomi Kato's yukata she wore in death. It was. How taut they were, not a spare scrap of flesh! I kneaded them delicately with my fingertips. She sighed, and wriggled her legs further apart. I could smell her now, faint but distinct, animal and salty, rising from her crotch like an invitation. Without stopping to think, frightened to breathe in case I broke the spell,I moved my fingers between her legs, and continued my pretend massage there. My heart skipped a beat. Would she stop me, jump up, slap my face and storm off in disgust? Not in. The large tsuba allowed her to block the swing, and when they drew back for another strike the short blade allowed her to quickly slice his throat open. A very handy weapon to have in a fight. So I wish to have two more the same so I can use them as throwing knives, if I need to.”“I felt a moroha tanto would be a better weapon for a real fighter, because Sensei Michio said you were a true samurai who will use them for real. You do not find the slightly larger tsuba an issue?”“No, not at all.. It was all on her. She wanted to buy some t**n c clothing so that Angie would feel more like her friends. When the returned Karen had her go upstairs and model an outfit for me. When Angie came down the steps, my heart fluttered. My little girl looked grown up. She had on a yellow sun dress, bra, and he hair had a permanent. Wow, I was used to seeing her in t-shirts. The dress and bra made her little globes stand out. And the dress gave her a womanly figure at the hips. All I could think was.