Pity women, for, despite their made-up faces,Their false smiles, their augmented breasts,The satins and velvets and rustles and lacesThey wear, their ...haven legs, their scented flesh,And way they style their hair, artificial luresBut belie their attractiveness, for who has to "enhance"Beauty? Beauty that is beauty of itself allures.Without such lies, a transsexual draws more than a glance;Even when she is au natural, she is sure to captivateAnd fascinate, for she, simply by being herself,Cannot. He was wearing all black, with a black cape wrapped around his shoulders, and a black hat with a red feather in it. And, he was riding an all-white horse, through the forest. It was Dave as Prince Charming out of a fairy tale."Wow."She beamed. "You like it?" Like it? I love it." I didn't know if you would. It's a bit fanciful." That's one of the things I love about you--you're not afraid to let your head drift into the clouds. Katherine, I love this. I can't tell you how much I love this." I'm. I savedthe image away because it was perfection.“What are you looking at?” he said smiling at my stunned expression.“Turn around,” I said smiling at him.He laughed and turned. His back was as good as his front. Hisass was tight and lifted and I wanted to fuck it so much, and his back musclesshifted as he turned to look at me, “well?” he asked.To answer I stepped forward and kissed him again. I turnedhim around and lowered him down to the bed and laid on top of him feeling hiserection push. Feels like you've been standing here to wait for me to ring your door, hot all-over.Susanne, show me your skills in sucking my bend brown banana to full size, in order to penistrate you properly.Susanne, close your door behind my back, turn the lock, leave the key in a pocket of my jeans and kneel down.Susanne, unbuckle my black belt, take it off and hand it to me, before you unbotton my flly to find my manhood.Susanne, suck me with your arms folded at your back, your money is where your mouth.