First, reach in, andpull out your little ankle boots!"So hard to open her eyes! Daniella's eyelids felt like they had beenweighted down with the long ...yelashes, glued together with the heavymakeup. She struggled to open them, with just enough success to see thesuitcase, where the soft, black boots lay, on their sides, little ofsparkles of light all up and down their surfaces. She seemed to floatacross the short distance to the suitcase, and picked up the boots. Thescent of new leather made her. “I’ve heard white guys like to eat pussy. Do you?”“Oh, yeah,” I said. “As long as a woman takes good care of herself, it’s a pleasure for both of us. I’m thinking you’ve never experienced it?”“No,” she said. “I’ve asked a time or two, but these niggas act like I’m crazy for thinking about it. But they’re more than happy for me to suck their cocks. Assholes.” She sipped her beer, seeming kind of upset.“Well, I’d be happy to show you, if you wanted,” I said.“I’d like that,” she responded. “I. If I didn't know better, I would think you had just flashed that waiter your pussy." Oh James, just relax. How could I have flashed him my pussy? I have my napkin on my lap, and it wasn't flirting as I said I was polite." Little did James know that Jo had removed her napkin and was showing Bruno her pussy. Her skirt was at least two inches above her smooth, freshly waxed pussy, and her moist lips were on full display for the young Italian waiter."Well, it sounded like flirting to me," James. Within moments, those idyllic daydreams of hers began to become progressively tinged with an impish, though nonetheless intoxicating sense of the erotic, as Gale began to picture herself and Dennis alone on a secluded tropical beach, fervently engaged in making love with one another. Then, without even realizing exactly when the transition occurred, the image of her husband was supplanted with Kelly's curvaceous figure. Due to its relevancy, it should be noted at this juncture that prior to.