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"Let's see what we've got," Anna said of Sehrish's collection of men's clothes, after many warm and soapy moments washing Hank.

She knelt before the pants she had tossed on the floor, holding a pair of gym shorts up to him, as he remained seated on the bathing stool with his feet drying on her towel.

"Hmm," she said. "Iie iie. Too short, maybe? Yes?" She dropped the shorts and picked up a pair of thin sweatpants, laying them sweetly on his lap. "These look big enough to hold all of you in."

"Anna-san. If I put these on, my… ah…"

"Great big guy?" she suggested, as he paused to find the proper words.

He accepted her offer. "My great big guy will stick out like a turkey baster."

Anna laughed. "Yes, well. Ahem. Perhaps Teek might accidentally pull your guy out and use it to cook her noodles!" She laughed again, more heartily. "No sir! We wouldn't want that!"

Anna lost control, and Hank laughed along. She held the pants between her face and Hank's to hide her giggle-fit. She then balled them up and pressed them hard onto his lap. Groping him through the fabric, she rose up and leaned towards his face.

He gasped at her assault and tried to stand in order to stop it. Instead, she kept him seated and forced him to bend backwards into a double stacked row of tightly packed woman's clothing, hanging behind him on rods. She continued pushing him into the clothes until his head nearly disappeared, pressing her breasts to his chin.

Hank objected in a less than kind way. "Get off me, you shit!"

She laughed again, unexpected and loud, as she allowed him to break free. She tossed the sweatpants aside stood tall, bobbing a bit up and down.

"I'm having so much fun!" she cheered, slowly shaking her head. "You are just too much. I wanna… Mmmph! And then!" She gestured at his meat with her hands. "Yeah! Mm-hmm!" she said, acting like she was stuffing the whole thing down her throat.

He stood up and pinned her arms to her sides to protect himself from another assault. "How can you stand it?" she asked while in his possession. "How do you control it?"

"The same way you do, Beautiful."

"I don't want you to be in control. I want to go crazy. I want you to go crazy on me!" He released her when he felt she posed less of a threat. "Yes. Well then," she said, growing professional. "Let's get back on task, shall we?"

"Yes, let's." Hank picked up a pair of form-fitting, athletic boxer briefs. "These might serve me well."

Anna snatched the briefs away and admired them. "Oh, I like these! Will these hold your turkey in place?"

Hank squinted. "Yeah, I think so."

She leered. "And give him room to gobble?"

He repeated himself slowly. "Yeah. I think so."

"Ooh! Oh my Sweet Tea. Can I, um… can I please put them on you?"

Hank gawked as Anna again lost composure. She bounced while clutching the briefs, tittering and talking silly. He waited for her to shut up and hold still. After a moment of blessed silence, she begged more convincingly.

"Well, Hank-sama? Can I?"

"For crying out loud. What's gotten into you?"

"I don't know, I don't know! I'm having fun!" She politely approached, clasping the briefs while struggling with teenage lust. "Can I please just undress you the rest of the way and then put these on? Can I? Please? All you're wearing right now is underwear, so come on and let me do it."

"Do I get to undress you?" he asked. "I mean, you still have on all your clothes."

She took a big step back, her nearly all black eyes dilated fully. "Oh. I see. You want me to go first?"

She fluttered her lashes and swayed her big hips as she swiftly undid her bra. Her heavy breasts again descended, even more so than when she removed her bra while wrestling with Sue Marie and her go-go boots while at their apartment. Also as before, she worked her bra out through a sleeve. It was a beautiful orange-yellow, and scented like her tits.

She presented it to Hank as a gift. "I'll trade this for your shorts."

He grabbed her again, this time by the waist beneath her breasts, hanging free within her thin, wide necked top. While lifting her to her toes and then higher, he pressed his forehead to her belly, filling his head with her scent. She enjoyed the view as she rose high into the air. She got her legs around his neck and his face under her top, letting him enjoy a different type of view.

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She crouched low and pressed her tits to his head until one was beside each of his ears. Using the racks stuffed with clothing behind her for support, she tucked in her chin and peeked through the top's collar, watching him work her boobs with his face.

They stretched the top beyond its normal limits while they played. "You know my breasts are pretty big, just like your big dick. And they're firm like it as well. Not all saggy like Aika's, or tiny like Teek's or Sue Marie's."

"Or super huge like Fuji-san," Hank said from within her cleavage.

She struck him on the back of the head, holding on to him to push him further in. "Oh… you! No one has boobs like my momma-san!"

"Well I like your peachy keen ones the best," he said as he nibbled.

Anna writhed as they worked together to slide his face across her breasts. She swooned as he sucked on her nipples. To keep from filling her panties with juice, she distracted herself by examining her bra, still in her possession.

"This is one of my apricot bras." she said as a matter of fact. After letting Hank play under her shirt a while longer, she broke free to stand again on the floor. "Oh!" she announced, after having climbed off his face. "And you know I always match my bottoms!"

She undid her pants to show him the waistband of her panties. Digging deep and delicious in them, she used both hands to give herself a much needed squeeze.

"It's hot in here," she complained as she played with her pussy.

"I'll say!"

She zipped up her pants and brushed them smooth. "No. I mean it's hot in this closet."

"Yeah," he said to her steamy crotch.

"Sweet Tea, I mean it's really hot. I'm sweating bullets!"

Anna pulled off her stretched out top and shook out her hair, her bared breasts bobbing majestically. She dropped the top in the laundry basket with Hank's dirty clothes and fanned herself with both hands, causing her boobs to continue bobbing. She then examined the women's clothes hanging in the closet.

Her nipples perked up pretty as she reached high to riffle through the upper rack of clothes. Hank tried not to explode in his pants.

"There must be something here I can wear," she mused as she searched.

With full knowledge and intent, she pressed her sweetly scented boobs against him while reaching for an article of clothing hanging directly above and behind him.

"Ooh!" Anna peeped as if commenting on the clothing. "I like this!"

"Me too!" Hank said, grabbing her ass to keep her in place.

She peeped again as he nipped at her neck. "Ooh!"

He bent down and nipped at her belly button before wrapping an arm around one of her knees. Lifting it, she showed her agility by letting him place her knee near her ear. He bit her along the length of her thigh, working his way down to her crotch. As he munched around where the waistband of her pants met her belly, she threw her head and long hair back in ecstatic arousal. Her whole body trembled as her ecstasy grew, and with only one foot on the floor, she groped above her head with a hand, looking for something to hang onto.

She found a handhold on a series of shelves that held most of the pairs of shoes. He worked on unzipping her pants, then on getting his face in her panties. At the moment just before he was going to lick her private parts, she grabbed a handful of his hair to pull his face off her. She then got both her feet back on the floor and examined her pants for wetness, coming from both herself on the inside and from him along the outside, where he'd been munching her. As she did, he parted her hair and bit the back of her neck. Air escaped from her lungs as she clutched his ass, digging for his balls between his cheeks.

"You're so beautiful," Hank said, admiring the red spot he formed on her skin. "I could eat you like ice cream."

Anna contemplated the offer. "Big talk for a grass eater," she teased. Having found his scrotum from the back, she reached around in front with her other hand to grab his penis, massaging him through his briefs.

Hank snarled as sexy as he could, letting her grind his meat. "Kitsune-mimi! I'll eat your grass!"

Anna checkmated. "Promise?"

She took a step back and again dug in her pants, this time pulling them down far enough to expose all her panties. Pretty bits of black pubic hair peeked out from the waistband as she used both hands to pleasure herself. He pulled one of her hands out from within her panties and sucked off her scents and flavors, licking all her fingers. She used the fingers of her other wet hand to slicken one of her breasts, kneading it for all she was worth in preparation for offering it to him.

He smacked his lips and approached her wet tit. "Yeah, I'd eat a spoonful of that."

A soft knock came on the door. " Ah… guys?" Sehrish asked. "Are you about done? Aika wants to see Hank."

Anna wiped her wet fingers on Hank's chest. "Ah, hell." she lamented.

Violin music drifted in the air. Hank cocked an ear to listen, as Anna grew more concerned.

"Oh! Hell!" Anna said again, this time forcefully. She pulled up her pants and put on her bra. "She's calling for me, too."

"Teek is calling you?"

Anna ignored Hank, digging through the clothes for things to wear. "Come on! You need a top, too." She tossed several men's shirts at him, rummaging through a set of drawers built into a wall. "Put on those sweats! Ima yare! Aah!"

He let the shirts bounce off and fall to the floor, setting his jaw and glaring. Anna glanced at him, growing cross, then returned to digging for clothes.

"Look," she said, acting professional. "Aika's in charge. Okay? She's the boss."

"I thought Fuji was your boss."

"I already told you! Aika's Fuji's boss! She runs the whole show!" Anna turned to Hank and became loving. "Sweet Tea, I don't know what she does, I don't know how she does it, but this whole Enlightenment thing? There'd be no Enlightenment without her!"

Anna returned to digging. "Not around here anyway."

Hank had waited for years to get naked with Anna, but in a hot stuffy closet searching for used clothes to snitch wasn't how he had planned it. Still, she was with him and she was beautiful, and she'd shown him how sexy she could be. So he got fully undressed.

"We'd better do this again, Beautiful."

She dug frantically, sneaking a peek at his meat while he put on the athletic briefs. "Oh, I'm sure we will," she said.

Anna bent low to open the bottom drawer of the built-in dresser. Besides its hold of mismatched clothes, a jangle of plastic lotion bottles and adult toys rattled about, along with a supply of loose batteries.

"Mā! Ō tto! Don't go in there, Stud!" she blurted, slamming the drawer shut. "That one's private!"