Allmighty! Wasn't that like a safari into the heart of the Serengetti! Her skin was as dark as a moonless night but with a mystical golden sheen on it... her palms though as pink as a fuchsia flower in full bloom. Calmly speaking to the exotic lady wriggling out of her old dress I learned that she was born in Timbuktu, in a poor family of seven daughters, who were all sold by the greedy father to white gentleman from Europe. Those full breasts tipped by huge nipples stirred my desire, I started. ...CAUGHT IN THE ACT....I hate fakes, I always have a feeling if a story is fake. You can never have something like that in my section. My collections come with a price as I've taken some photos personally, and spent a great deal of time on research. They don't come cheap by the way. I've taken a great risk myself as some events don't allow someone to take photos. My collection is forty photos to be exact.Email me here if you're serious to have access on the secret vault, women continuously. "Mr. Higgins please come with us. It is time to start the process.Grace said while leading me out of the room.Samantha chimed in, "How are you feeling? It is normal to experiencesome nervousness in a totally new situation, but don't worry thisprocess has been tested on several kinds of non human with greatsuccess. Everything will be fine." She chattered on until we reached alarge steel door that resembled a bank vault deep in the subbasement.I realized that she had been deliberately distracting. On Monday, Susie arrived a work still wearingthe hot pink nail polish I had painted her nails with on my adventure tothe store. She also was wearing "my" pink summer dress. She, ofcourse, looked beautiful. Susie made it a point to have conversationsabout her outfit while I was around. When a co-worker commented thather nails looked great, Susie responded, "Thanks. I really love them.I'm not good enough to do them myself. I was at Ann's house on Saturdayand we had them done, by a friend." .