" His southern drawl a sharp contrast to her excited hurried state. "Let me get the sketch first, and if you like it we can start tonight." He picked ...p the sketchpad from the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit on the couch. "It's a little out there, but I doubt anyone else would be wearing it." He flipped the pages to the sketch.The image on the page was mesmerizing. It looked like a Japanese geisha, but with breast not often found on Asian women and the skin looked metallic rather then. I will describe this one I call my Shaman's Dream.Exploring a forest and I am following a stream. The forest has a feeling of being ancient. Before me the ground rises slowly, a mountain before me in the distance. I approach a cliff, which sticks out from the mountain, like a gray and brown massive wall. And in it a narrow crack, 20 feet wide and some 60 feet deep, filled with a clear pool of water, which feeds the stream I follow. Yet one can see beyond this break in the wall of cliff and open. So after downing my drink I took my clothes and told Mark I had to leave. I walked by the shower door and I could hear some moaning. Bet, Oscar was already getting seconds. Well I called out through the door that I was leaving and that I would be back tomorrow afternoon to pick them up and bring the to the airport to get their flight back to Miami.As I walked out the door of the penthouse suite I was wondering if Lisa would soon follow me home in her car. When I got back to the restaurant to. I think you could imagine what I was talking about.I was really crazy about her and never missed a chance to touch her soft silky smooth skin pretending to be accidental of course. And stare at her boobs when ever I meet her she wears her pallu in such a way that we can clearly figure out her size. Also, she wears her saree low hip and gives off a lot of navels which makes anyone go fapping for her.We were a bit friendly and we used to chat about anything and everything. By using this.