Usne mere bade-bade nipples ko muh mein le liye aur unko choosne lag gaya. Main uska muh apne stanno mein daba rahi thi aur uske choosne ka maza le ra...i thi. Usne kafi der mere stann choose, jisse mere nipples laal ho gaye.Fir woh neeche gaya aur usne meri panty nikaal di. Panty utaar kar woh meri chut ki khushboo ko mehsoos karne laga aur chut par kiss karne laga. Fir usne meri jaangho ko khola aur apna muh meri chut par rakh liya.Usne apni jeebh nikaali aur meri gaand ke chedh se shuru hokar. Iwould never have chosen this outfit, but wearing it, I felt like asizzling hot love goddess - I felt like Erika.I ran to my closet to stand in front of the full-length mirrored wardrobedoors. I loved what I saw. In all the times I had donned my femalefinery, I had never looked so good. Gone was the whore. The exaggeratedlook of exposed stockings peeking from a too short skirt, of heavy blueeye shadow extending to my brow, of long crimson red painted nails wereall absent. The whore was now. Still massaging her boobs, I leaned in to kiss her stunning lips. She reciprocated and we exchanged our warm saliva. As my tongue mingled with hers, my hands explored the gorgeous curves on her body. Her body was a temple of passion waiting to be worshiped and I was doing just that.I moved a bit down and kissed and nibbled her gorgeous neck laden with pearls of sweat. She was breathing heavily, lost in another world. Simultaneously, I moved my hands down to her wet pussy through her deep. I was to hand out thepamphlets and smile. I was to stand next to Mary (the other model) andsmile. Oh yes, did I forget about smiling.The show was in a banquet room in the west thirties and there were abouttwo dozen designers each with a twelve by twenty foot space. Clotheswere hanging on racks and bodies, there was a buzz in the room and theanti-smoking laws were not being enforced. People were wandering aroundaimlessly, grabbing each other and doing a weird type of kissing wherethe lips missed.