"Turn around, turn around, lovely Amelia. I want to admire your wondrous backside, your inspiringly curvaceous bottom, your classically sculpted ass. ...ou are a work of art, and I will play the part of art critic." (She allowed that she would rather be here in bed with me than on display in a museum.)How can I describe her deliciously ample pear-shaped ass? (She measured 48" at the hips.) Stretching to the far horizons, like the earth viewed from orbit, fecund, the mother of all life. From the. I told her about all the troubles I’d had with my project. She thought it was a lot funnier than I did, but she was enthusiastic about the solution the Turner women had come up with.“That sounds so very interesting,” she said. “I can’t wait to see the results.”When I got home, everybody was acting froggy.Tabby met me at the door, like she’d been waiting for me.“They’re here!” she squealed. “Remember ... I’m first!”My mother was baking cookies. I knew she did that sometimes, with an intensity. I stumbled a little, desperate to keep a minimum of dignity by not falling on the floor. I barely managed it, but disgraced myself by performing a weird dance with my arms and legs. Tina looked at me in an almost pained way while Ralph was smirking. If everything went right, I would have fucked a dream woman by the end of the night, but at the price of the little self-respect I had anyway.We entered my large living room, which provided a spectacular view over the city. The wall in question was. She had to stop herself exclaiming, "He's gorgeous." After an hour of feminine contact with the four young maidens, Prince Russlan's young, slender form exuded not just masculinity. Even nude, everything spoke royalty. Here was all the assurance and confidence that Prince Igor had lacked.She had had to lead Igor, but surely Russlan would be her guide.He took her by the hand and almost silently mouthing: "Thankyou," led her into a dance. The music was a sensuously subtle waltz, with hints of the.