“Can you see all right?” The skinny man nodded, his big eyes blinking behind his glasses. The goiter in his throat was gulping like a plug valve.... Looking down between the white woman’s legs, Darnell slithered two thick black fingers up through her dainty pink folds. They came away lathered in girl-cream. “The labia—the pussy lips,” he clarified to Flatberry, “are very sensitive and a prime focus for sexual stimulation.” He ran his fingers up through the juicy crevice again. “But perhaps a. .." Rose led Evie through the stuffed racks of clothing. Evie noticed all the fantastic, multilayered "Fairie" skirts. Several of the bodices she passed by had beautiful embroidered symbols on them, pentagrams and Celtic knotwork. Finally they were at the back of the store, where there was a small fitting room area with a mirror and numerous, more embroidered dresses and bodices. "Many I make one-of-a-kind," Rose said, noticing Evie's amazed look at the kaleidoscope of brocade, dazzling. The small hope that had been rising inside of me quickly dropped. Then he looked around the bathroom and grabbed the robe that was hanging on the back of the door. "Here, let's get you covered up," he said, tossing it around me. I didn't take it. "Why?" I whispered, looking down at his feet. "What?" I looked up at him, blue staring into blue, and asked, "Why don't you want to sleep with me?" He was dumbfounded. His mouth gaped open like some kind of fish. "Wha- What?" managed to stumble out.. Sarah continued to study her statuesquely-put-together young blonde daughter.And she found herself wondering mildly if Jan had ever had any obscene thoughts.But of course not. Until she herself had been introduced to swinging, she had brought her lovely voluptuous daughter up so carefully that she could never be really interested in sex in a 'dirty' way.If only she had realized years back that she was probably doing more harm than good!But now it was probably too late. Her lovely daughter was.