But fate stepped in before dusk and sent her a little angel. * * * * * Saturday December 9th. The vacant ballroom had been transformed into a Casabl...nca inspired getaway. Moroccan lanterns hung from the draped ceiling, casting the two-hundred plus guests with deep, deep pockets in a flattering ambient glow. Flowers and votives embellished every table, rich cobalt, gold and terracotta hues added to the exotic flair. Schools of faces gathered, introductions led to conversation, the groups. She ignored it and watched TV. After some time she bent her body to take the remote. In the process my face was pressed against her deep navel. Her boobs were crushed on my cheeks. In the process I kissed her navel, without her notice. My body became very hot.I was unable to control myself. But I had no courage to act further. After some time she called me by my name. I still pretended like I was asleep. She slowly adjusted her legs and kept her hands on my chest. I kept quite. Slowly she began. Binky, as everybody called her, had the group over to the house every now and then for language lessons and Vietnamese food, so they'd be exposed to it, but drew the line at going back to Vietnam herself.Even though Nguyen Binh Ky had only been seventeen when she stepped aboard that leaking fishing boat in 1978, she was thoroughly prepared to leave Vietnam behind her forever. In only a brief time, she had become thoroughly Americanized; she spoke English with only a trace of an accent -- not. She could see a gleam of moisture glistening under Annie's clitoral hood, indeed, she could see every gorgeous detail of Annie's sex, on full display."I bet you never knew a pussy could look like that." Annie said with a smile."No," Michelle said in awe, "I was always ashamed of my pussy, all gross and hairy, I thought it was something I had to hide away. But looking at you, I can see why you're not ashamed to show yourself off." Follow me to the bathroom," Annie said."Why?" Because otherwise.