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A similar pair of rabbit ears was poking up from her own light blonde hair. “It’s so crowded.. I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Megan had become Stephanie’s boisterous big sister ever since they met in class, and she was always intent on including the reclusive, introverted Stephanie in on things, trying to get her to open up, and have fun. hindu Convincing the girl to attend AnimeCon with her had been her greatest success so far. The AnimeCon pavilion was spacious and bright, lit by an enormous array of skylights. The desi convention proper centered around a large vendors room, with hallways then branching into adjoining conference rooms where panels, workshops, anime screenings, and events were held. Crowds of attendees, intermittently sprinkled with cosplayers, had begun to fill the area with the indecipherable blur of many individual conversations, and directly before them, a staggered and untidy line for the ticket booths stretched, several hundred people long. Excitement tingled in the air. “Talked you into a costume, you mean?” Megan laughed heartily and cuffed the slimmer girl on the shoulder, actually staggering her for a moment. Sometimes, the overly physical mannerisms of her big friend really bothered Stephanie. “Truuust me, as cosplay go, gijinka costumes are about as tame as they get. You’ ll see, Steph.” Gijinka was a term associated with the trend of making outfits as a personification of something, such as Japanese battleships illustrated in the form of cute young girls, or the conflicts of nations presented in the allegory of handsome young men squabbling with one another. Today, this pair of girls wore costumes loosely representing monsters from the titular Monster Battlers, a game where trainers battled their pet monsters against one another for indian glory and prestige. Megan had rather clumsily sewn a black and white Chinese traditional dress based on Pandape. Megan somewhat resembled the part ape, part panda monster, with her short legs and stocky, round figure. Stephanie’s outfit was patterned on Flamituff, a fast flame-element rabbit. She’d whipped up a pink and red scheme for a sleeveless sundress on her sewing machine, and glued rabbit-like ears onto a hidden headband. Matching pink elbow-length gloves and thigh-high costume boots completed her ensemble. Shy to a fault, Stephanie fidgeted with her Flamituff dress and did her best to hide in the wide shadow her friend cast. And, as usual, Megan’s toothy grin had an indecent feeling to it. Though Stephanie was a thin college girl with an unremarkable A-cup bust—her hips flared out to a rather generous behind, which was to beauty her shame, quite a bit more than a handful. The ‘freshman fifteen’ was her mother’s favorite phrase for the pounds of derriere that had crept up on her. Determined to shed the weight, Steph had spent the whole summer break bicycling up and down the back roads of her home town. Her tummy had become trim, and her thighs were taut muscle, but to her dismay and frustration, her backside hadn’t reduced in size much at all. When she had returned to college, she hid her rear by wearing sweaters tied by their sleeves around her waist to class, long shirts, and a low-hanging backpack. She was oblivious to the fact that while her butt was the same size, the flab of last semester had become the tight curvature of a perfectly-shaped ass. “C’mon, aren’t you excited?” Megan asked, leafing through the AnimeCon schedule. “Oh, yes. Mms Maybe this is all too much, in fact,” Steph replied with a timid smile, tugging her dress down in the back again and smoothing it against her legs. “Those guys would probably come up and ask for your picture, if you weren’t pretending to be so shy, you know.” “Yes. Pretending to be shy,” Stephanie echoed weakly, fidgeted with her outfit in embarrassment. Surely she’d made a mistake measuring the sizes of her dress. The swell of her bottom kept making her hemline ride up dangerously, and she imagined she was attracting stares. “You will see,” she said and he followed her still. She doesn't think it'll fit. I couldn’t believe what I was saying out loud! Now my juices were flowing heavy and I could hear him slurping as his tongue and lips ravished my pussy. The police won’t be able to help you if it hindu gets taken.” My devious little mind recognized the glimmering of an idea. She hung her head back and allowed desi her moans to grow louder and louder as her fingers increased in speed, she could hear her own juices squelching. They rolled over her like a tsunami, each slam I made triggering Mms another climax, as if my penis were a firing pin and her body was a machine gun. A moment later my cock throbbed, blasting rope after rope of cum deep into Lydia's warm pussy. Day after day I had to have my fix. But, they will manage with that, too. Slowly I licked the top of her pussy with my tongue. My tongue felt stiff as it slid through her labia. Then it was Thursday morning. Instead of words, whines and small indian barks left his mouth. “I’m sorry Daddy... please don’t stop...” I begged. He walked around me. On his second trip around, he stopped at my butt and sniffed, his wet snout touching the crack between my cheeks. I suck hard on your clit until I feel you beauty orgasm approaching.