Bridget was tall and slim, her height accentuated by the stiletto heels she wore. Her cascade of flaming red hair framed an elfin face with a dusting ...f freckles on the bridge of her nose. There were freckles on her bare shoulders and ample bosom as well; the green silk sheath dress she wore fit her like a glove leaving nothing to the imagination. Her muscular long legs were bare and Noelle wondered idly how her pussy would taste. Introductions had just ended when their second guest arrived and. The deal had to close by midnight, the average time she returned home stumbling through the hallway reeking of g****s.Knock knock.He opened the front door - a thin old thing with a cracked frosted window - and dropped his coffee cup.She flicked her foot away at the hollow pop of ceramic splitting without breaking eye contact. Steam rose from the wood of the porch and traveled up the curves of her legs covered only by thick stockings. It soothed the goosebumps from the cold night.The beginnings. "No offense, but: You have-" "Watch it!" Buddy told Sally before sitting back down on the sofa. "I was going to say 'mighty smooth legs'!" Sally bent over to tell him. "That's acceptable," Buddy nodded, satisfied. "Smooth..." "You shave them recently?" Sally asked. "Sure. You remember that skit we did for the New Rochelle Women's Social and Aide Association?" "Oh, yeah..." Sally said, remembering. "That's the week I *didn't* shave." "Including your moustache," Buddy added. "Watch it!" Sally. Jackson. Enjoy your ship. Take as much time as you need to get her out of the shipyard." As I walked across the landing that connected my cargo hold to this salesman's office, I was nearly brought to tears. It was finally mine. All that work wasn't for nothing. I could retire in peace and comfort. It was strange seeing how many ships were not just larger than mine, but could easily dwarf my little mansion without noticing. The bridge was surrounded by a glass cylinder that protected me from the.