Her breasts hung a trifle low, but their modest size gave them a subtle, but alluring cleavage. Fat tits are a waste of good chocolate, I say. Fine br...asts are gourmet platters. Mother's were an artist's master-work. Her belly was just big enough to be soft, without waves. Her hips, wide and womanly, and her toned legs, I remember their grip the previous night. She had used them together to suck me into her wanting loins.Something was wrong. My cock, it wasn't getting hard. I was surrounded by. I was given the signal to speak. Hello may I speak to Marisol?" "I'm sorry you have the wrong number." "may I ask whose number this is so that I can apology properly?" "my name is Dana." " forgive me Dana for disturbing your slumber." Dana had a look of surprise on her face. Then she asked the mystery man to come to the stage. I came out and she gave me a hug when I got on stage. "you're Theodore?" she asked. "yes I am." I replied. "your voice is so sexy." "so I've been told.I have gotten many. If not now, then certainly never. Oh, but those best laid plans can be undone by time and plain old lustful impatience. With no warning, he had folded up his station and disappeared within the shadows of a myriad patchwork tents and trucks, leaving her alone in the ash-swirling air at the edge of the carnival grounds. She heard clipped, rasping coughs, then nothing but gypsy silence—mosquito murmurs and the faintest whisper of an old French lullaby. The weakly twinkling lights of carnival. "Didn't go very well, huh?" asked Candy, who had been listening to my end of the conversation. She scooted closer to me on the couch and nestled into my side."Nah, but it's okay, I guess." I smiled down at her. "At least we get to spend the day together." Right," she snorted. "At least you get to sit down all shift. I'm the one who has to stand up the whole time. My back kills me at the end of every shift, just from the constant bending over to give the kiddies their candy canes!" Need a back.