I got to her house and she answered the door in a robe. She took my hand leading me to her bedroom closing the door. She kissed me so passionately my ...pussy started moistening right then. As we kissed she removed my cloths. When I was naked she stepped back looking me up and down saying while shaking her head " you are the sweetest little thing with your little tits and big hairy bush." Then she dropped her robe. The most perfect body ever. She kissed me with her hands under my jaws and her big. I moved my hand up to her face, and brush some of her hair back that was covering her right eye. "You look exhausted." I told her softly. She was still beautiful though. My hand went from her hair down to her shoulder, and then slowly down her arm to her hand which I squeezed gently. She smiled and looked up at me. God. That smile. I will never forget it. "I'm fine. C'mon." She squeezed my hand back, and started pulling me with her. "Whoa. Where we going? Last time you did this, I ended up on. We seem to not only survive but thrived. Ourrate of musket fire soon exceeded that of the male brigades and we were moreaccurate. We left nearly four hundred dead mercenaries in Berbera," said Ludivine. "It's all very amazing," said the Captain. "I'll leave you to see to your men, Captain. Tomorrow we face perhaps 3,000dervishes. There will be a council of war in my tent in one hour. Your attendanceand that of your officers is required." It was later that night when Captain MacDonald had. .would you like that?"If you can imagine me without words."But you have to sing a song for us in that dress, Sylvia, do you understand?"Did I understand? I had the song in my head before she posed the question.So there I was, a snotty, bratty little girl, not at all pretty, sixteen, in Edith Piaf's 1948 Oscar gown, in Norma Shearer's bedroom, singing "La Vie en Rose" and twirling around, gesturing with my face and body, as if this was the last song I was going to sing before I faced the Gestapo.