I had used the depilatory the day before we left for the cruise so my pussy lips were baby smooth as well. He moaned softly when his fingers made cont...ct with my moist hairless lips, and he pulled my hips to the bottom of the lawn chair as he kneeled on the patio in front of me. Here I was, in the moonlight, lying with my tits out of my dress, my skirt hiked up around my waist, having a black man not my husband going down on me, and I loved every minute of it. I imagined myself a wanton slut. .. I'm dreaming right now?" you ask."Oh I assure you Dylan, this is very much real," he replies, "Of course, I doubt you'll believe that until you wake up, so I'll just get right to the point. I have selected you to receive a very special gift, one that will change your life forever."You watch as he takes two necklaces from beneath the table and lay them out on the table in front of you. They are each attached to a silver chain, and look identical save for the one on the left having a red. Easyto roll the stockings ? real stockings, not pantyhose ? up her legs and stepinto the 3-inch heels. She doesn?twear makeup as a general rule, but for days like this, for job interviews, shewill at least wear lipstick. She wields the curling iron like a weapon,preparing for the battle that will be the interview. With her hair up, shelooks like a librarian. With it down, she looks like someone a lot lessintelligent. Can?t win, she sighs, and leaves her hair down. If she can getthrough this. Thinking this time is the time I win. The time that I win big. The time that for one fuckin brief moment in time everything aligns in my favour for once. Is it really asking that much to get a fuckin lucky break. Just once. That fate, fickle circumstance, God himself, is for one moment actually looking out for your interests instead of every other fucker's. Who gets to decide whose dreams live and whose get pushed aside? "What the fuck?" I wailed. throwing my betting slip to the ground as my.