They clearly had a waistband, and also a thin band to the sides at her underwear’s leg-openings, and right along the leg-openings, on each side of h...r panty crotch, her dark-brown, Galilaean pubic hair was visible and fairly abundant. Marcella’s blood was still boiling, but she could still not look away from the Virgin’s divine crotch depicted in that image, until soon her passionate indignation had turned into mere passion. Never had she felt a desire for another woman, but now, as she looked. She said in house because in my room it will be risky then I agreed and went with aunty to her house there her sis and I was sitting and watching TV she was wearing a 3/4th track pant and a T shirt as I entered aunty called her.And said this is the guy who will give what you want hearing this she looked at me and smiled I too smiled back then aunty showed her their guest room and said you both can go there so we both went didi was hesitating.I caught her and removed her t shirt and pant she was. Lt. Morrison ran right between the two forces and down to where the British officer sat his mount in a bright red coat with a single gold epaulet, his sword resting upright on his shoulder."Sir," Morrison yelled out, as the horsemen seemed to be inching forward and rifles and muskets clicked and clacked behind him as frizzen pans were opened and priming powder poured, "be so good as to halt your men, if you will, sir." Who in God's great, green mercy are you?" the young officer asked, raising. Without being told to, she uncrossed and re-crossed the other way around. The image of Sharon Stone doing just that entered her head. She wondered if he had made that connection. If he had, he gave no indication of it. She had forgotten they were not alone. She watched him at her feet as if he were her lover. He slipped off the other shoe and placed them both neatly alongside each other, on the floor by the side of the chair. He stood up and gazed at her thoughtfully for a moment. She soaked up.