”Dakota acted normally when we went down to the kitchen, so I took her word about her undressing in front of me. She was my best bud, after all, and...if she felt it natural to disrobe in front of me, I could live with it.Dakota made us a cup of hot chocolate instead of coffee, and we sipped cocoa at the kitchen table while she waxed poetic about the ballet. I stayed another hour until she yawned tiredly, then I headed home. She gave me another brief kiss on the lips at the door.As I drove home,. I put her back together as to make sure there was no sweaty evidence of what I had just done to her, and then I left the couch area finished putting away my clothes and luggage to return and sit on the chair across from where she was sleeping. I had a beer and I gazed upon her perfect legs T-shirt riding up to her waist. Panties expose legs apart, and I want to just fuck her again, so I went over this time leaving the panties on. I just push them off to the side, guided my rock hard cock inside. "The bitch even sounds English." There must be a school out there teaching certain skinny assed American girls how to act like they're English. I had to find the place and burn it down.Not that I have anything against the English, but I just hate anything that's fake. It's kind of a joke, like Madonna. That bitch grew up in Michigan, just outside of Detroit. Now she sounds like the fucking Duchess of Windsor. Who the hell does she think she's fooling?"Okay honey," I said. "Whatever you say; but. Only by absorbing himself into his physical beauty could he temporarily forget his promise to his ex-wife. She was a gorgeous, sensitive woman who embodied a song she had often played on Sunday evenings: Ginette Reno’s ‘Une Femme Sentimentale.’ Inez stood by Antoine’s side, a hand on her cloaked hip, sizing up his 5-foot-11 frame. Lord, what a god, she intoned. She vacillated between fascination and annoyance until she no longer could bear either. ‘Fucking Antoine-in-the-looking-glass! Let’s go.