Or at least that’s what I thought. I realize now that my wife Angeles had planted the idea in my mind. I like women who look like her, short, with o...ive-colored skin, dark hair, and figures with exaggerated busts and bottoms. Not only do I find that look exciting but, being short myself, I appreciate having someone I don’t have to literally look up to. She kept k**ding me about how a trip south of the border would let me ogle as much of that type as I could stand. She even hinted that, when I. Still and all, I agreed they were the most magnificent men in show business to accomodate our wishes. Getting so much practice at this, I came up with a dance of sorts for these sessions. Cathy soon learned what I was doing, and soon we had a fairly good routine going. If people were watching they must have thought it was rehearsed, but it was just a strange alcohol fueled inspiration. Part frug, part monkey, part jerk and mixed with other unknown dances of the last ten years, even laced with. "You're the expert." And with that she dropped her robe to the ground where it fell gently. Closely followed by my jaw. Rosie's light brown skin was flawless; smooth and impeccable. Her figure gently curved in at the waist, accenting the deliciously soft shape of her breasts and hips. She held the basque to her chest as she passed her arms through the straps and turned her back to me. As I stood, fastening all of those tiny hooks, I could feel a stir under my own robe. The colour of her skin. She was a good companion, a good sounding board, and of course a terrific fuck. But both of them knew when it was time. They had mutually decided to end it -- no muss, no fuss, no hard feelings.He remembered what Melissa had said Friday night when he asked her about the girl. “She thinks she’s quite the cock tease.”She sure didn’t seem to be teasing the night she slept at Jock’s place after he had gotten rid of the asshole who was hassling her.The memories of Friday night and early Saturday.