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The only thing Kasumi knew that could get Nabiki so excited, was the prospect of earning large quantities of cash, though in her heart, Kasumi hoped that there was a boy involved in whatever scheme Nabiki was currently planning. Akane moaned, and pushed her bottom back against his groin. I've got a new recipe I want to try out. There was a muffled shriek from beneath the pile of covers, and an arm shot out, fumbling blindly for the snooze button. Concerning the Characters pages: Akane scowled at the thought, no matter what she did, or how hard she tried, her cooking always turned out AWFUL, even she'd had to admit it to herself after she had tried some of her own cooking. As the rest of the family stirred themselves from their beds, the usual mad dash for the bathroom ensued.

Ryoga stopped and turned, and the confused look on his face turned to shock when the petite redhead beside him pulled his head down and kissed him hard on the mouth. She stared at the fearful redhead for a few moments, then bent down for a long kiss. Every guy in school would want one and dream that maybe they stood a chance of getting a little piece of red-head pie. The passion was broken for a moment as the pair started laughing, but the laughter died quickly as Ryoga started removing the rest of his clothing and Ranma followed suit. Ryoga moaned as Ranma pressed her buxom little body against his hard manhood and admonished himself that Ranma was really a guy, really his hated rival, really a hot and willing girl, eager to get him into her pants. Fuck me hard, Ryoga! She could trace each and very line of his visage and there was the oddest urge to just stay and study it.

She stared at the fearful redhead for a few moments, then bent down for a long kiss. The heat Ranma was feeling slowly centered between her legs, and she could feel her nipples tingling as they tightened and her loose shirt rubbed against her chest as she walked. Ranma gasped and unthinkingly spread her legs wide as Ryoga started nipping, licking and sucking on one of the breasts she had flaunted at him more than once to win their not-so-friendly spars and one hand fondled the other breast while his other hand slid between her legs and along her folds to find them already moist and dripping. She knew what boys liked.