Her chest is the first thing I see. The man in me wants to touch it, and he does. Grabs the blossoming orbs and digs girl claws in. The girl winces an... quickly lets go. I fall out of the dream for a second but that's way to scary so climb back in. I can hear, and see fine now. Her eyes examine my face in the reflection, little breaths, rising and falling chest. She flicks the bang of hair away from my face and secretly relishes those big cat like eyes. The hair frames the face in a glossy red. I yielded to the persuasive, tempting pressure of his skillful fingertips. With sheer pleasure and delight I drank deeply of the well as if I had never drank from it before or would never drink of it again. Eagerly, I ate of the fruit savoring every bite as if it were my last. I gorged myself stuffing every delight into my mouth, trying every morsel of the seemingly endless banquet. At long last, I was spent and blissfully satisfied. I rested in the long, fragrant, grasses of the garden,. We hit it off and before long we had arranged a meeting at my house. The first night we sat at the table, drank a couple of beers to loosen up, and got to know each other better. She was dressed as I had instructed her: in a short skirt with a thong underneath, a tight black top with lots of cleavage (she's a large C, almost D cup), and heels. I love telling a submissive what to wear for me; it shows that she's devoted to pleasing me and I love being able to see her in exactly what turns me on.. The one-hour visit hadtaken up all the afternoon, as the two women had talked, sharing storiesand becoming fast friends. She had been so easy to talk to, so friendlyand delightful, Dorothy had thought as she drove away. Such a differencefrom the last time, she thought. She had really gotten her act together,and was fantastic with the little one: very patient and loving. Sherealized she hadn't seen the boy, but when the conversation had turnedto him, Amanda spoke of him with warmth and.