Through the room's small crystalline porthole. Gazing with shocked morbidity at their earth toned assailant.Thinking, it looked, more a crude untether...d... 'chandelier' than any ship she had ever seen as it whirled and plunged! Again and again into and though the hull. Rending their ship's once proud lines into the most chaotic of wreckage!Only to depart from its dance of destruction just as suddenly, leaving them derelict and bleeding.Sixteen hours she had survived alone. Waiting, shivering in. " In an instant of eternity, she is art, beauty, a statue of flesh. Engulfed by the light of the setting sun pouring through the only window. Her knees against the hardwood floor, her arm suspended in the air, the cascade of her hair, contrasting against her white skin. Her dark red, erect nipples. The juices of her man shutting her eyes, dripping from her face. She is perfect.Beauty is a bitch fleeting fast. Men get but one chance to rein her in. You grab the Rolleiflex on your bedstand. A. ”Leigh left and Cherie pulled her wet clothes off and dropped them in the basket. The sweat clothes were large, but also warm and dry. She left the bedroom and headed back down the hall awed by the number of rooms she passed and the size of the rooms. She was sure her whole apartment would have fit into the formal living room.It took her a couple of tries to find the kitchen but finally heard the sound of chopping and headed that way. Leigh was just finishing up a salad but stopped and walked. His mouth fell open. For there I was sat wearing a black velvet and lace babydoll which I’d hidden under the shirt. Aiden’s eyes rapidly moved around exploring every inch of my body. The lace clung to my slender figure hugging my curves whilst the velvet cups across the bust supported and showed off my boobs boasting ample cleavage. The lace flowed out from the hips to the tops of my thighs revealing a tiny lace thong underneath. He looked at me not knowing what to say, and closed his mouth. I.