" Signing her name to the bottom of the slip, the attendant told me "You just take this voucher to the token bank - not the chip bank - and they'll ...ash it for you." "Thanks." Right now, though, that was the farthest thing on my mind. Strangely exhausted, I adjusted my purse and sighed. What was I supposed to do now? Get the Hell out of here in a body that didn't totally disgust me, or sit around and take my chances? Motioning for me to lean over, the shorter woman asked "Would you like . There issomething about all the stylish and feminine clothes that sends me off onwondrous daydreams. I probably should have been even more depressed atseeing all the wonderful things I would, in all likelihood, never get towear, but I didn't. Maybe I'm an optimist, or just a hopeless dreamer.It was on one particularly depressing weekday morning off from work, thatI departed for the mall with no clue that my life was about to go in anunimaginable direction. The trip to the mall went as it. He was not the type of guy she would have been attracted to in the US, but she had changed as a result of her two months in Upper Danubia. Kim realized that she desperately needed someone to talk to who was not connected to Dukov or his family. In a flash she realized this waiter was her first chance to make a friend of her own, one who she had chosen herself.The waiter's name was Sergekt. Kim found the name hard to pronounce correctly, but he in turn called her "Geemberglek". The two laughed. As she raises each leg to slide off the jeans I kissed her inner thighs. After the jeans and panties were out of the way I grabbed both of her hands and guided her to her knees. While kneeling on white rug we held each other tight and passionately kissed while our hands explored the naked butts and backs of the other. We both had longed for the sensation of the others touch for a couple of months so we were savoring every moment.While still entwined in each others arms we fell over on our.