A disguise she used to prey on mortal men. She was a perfect portrait of feminine sexuality. Over 7 feet tall, she was like an Amazonian woman of lege...d. Her skin was sunkissed to a rich bronze colour, and her long brunette hair was gently tousled. As if it had recently been toyed with by passionate fingers. On Asperelle's face was a gentle, lusting pout. Her dark lips slightly parted, flashing a hint of her pink tongue. Her eyes, which normally struck any mortal with an intense gaze, were. He was exactly the kind of guy that every dad shudders toimagine his daughter will bring home one day. And here my dad wasbringing him home to me!See what I mean by surreal?I guess you really can't judge a book by it's cover, though. Hisintimidating appearance aside, he was super-nice. He came by for us inhis pick-up truck. Marcia sat in the front with him. I sat in thecramped cab behind them. They chatted together just like any othercouple would. They could have been my mom and dad.I allowed. Now hot and bothered he placed the menu in front of his family jewels and made for the door to retrieve his towel. Almost everybody smiled as he passed them, including the hostess who draped his towel for him and relieved him of his Carte du Jour.Poor Rick made straight for his room and was debating whether to just bail out and go back home when there was a knock at the door. Opening it cautiously it revealed a woman in her mid thirties. She was blonde, had a great figure and full luscious lips. Dave then slipped out to fetch milk and bread and post the missive at the village post office It was then that the client appeared, and it was Gaye who found herself spending half an hour chatting and drinking coffee with a rich, influential, and greasy businessman, whose eyes seemed more interested in her tits than any painting! She was glad when Dave`s car arrived, and the lecher was taken up to the gallery, kissing her hand seductively as he left her kitchen. The painting gone along with the.