She literally had an angelic face. Wide, beautiful, bright, blue eyes, a petite cute nose, and full, luscious lips that looked like they only had one ...purpose in this life, and it wasn't to talk – if you get my drift. I thought her body was perfect, although she was somewhat of a “carpenter's dream”. She was about 5’5” with a slender build, and small perky fits (at least what I could tell through her outfits – which were always tastefully done, many times including high leather boots with. Does that sound so hard to believe? Have you nevergone out dressed as a woman? Have you never pretended to be someone youare not and got so caught up in it you have forgot who you are for amoment?So, Paris, you have made me a woman, now behold my face!Jane's flat must have been in some road like Rue Blanche because in notime I realised we were outside the famous red windmill, the Moulin Rouge,but we walked past there to the Irish pub on the corner and then up to theentrance of the Cimeti?re. Finally, she twisted my mom to her. Then, their lips interacted with each other and they kissed. At that time, she kept rubbing mom’s clit to let the momentum go. Mom did her hand up and somehow managed to grab her face so that she could also kissed her, like she never let her go for any moment.She instructed my mom to feel relaxed and lift mom’s right leg up and ran her tongue from belly bottom to boobs and smooched there using her hands. Mom also request her to be naked. So she got closed to. "She was holding the top end of the pole with both hands right through her flesh, trying to keep it from exiting where it wanted to poke through.Béla could see the incredible image in Beth's mind of what she was trying to do. After watching for a few more seconds, she finally found her voice."I'm not sure what you want me to do," Béla said, her voice weak with disbelief. "Do you want on that thing or do you want pulled off?" Well..." gasped Beth, trying to keep her tone conversational, "I.