Shania sat on the bed and slipped on the pumps, standing sheadmired how her legs looked long and slim, they were smooth andshapely giving her a thrill... as she slowly turned in front of thefloor length mirror, stopping to admire her tight littlederriere. "Not bad," she thought with a smile. "Mmm really notbad," smiling again. One last check of the overall effect in themirror and she headed downstairs.The swaying of her hips came naturally, she hardly evennoticed. Kathy did though, as Shania came. I was happy to get inside and not kill myself getting into the trailer.It was small and she had a small kitchen and big brown couch and two small chairs. A big pink bean bag chair lay in the middle of the living room and brown shaggy carpet was on the floor. She had a small TV and a computer on the floor next to the bean bag.She smiled and said she grew up in this trailer as a little girl and still loved coming back here. There were pictures of her and family on the walls and I followed her. Her skin was a natural bronze color, which according to her friends gave her the perfect tan all year round. Light green eyes, full lips which looked best unadorned and a body that was seemingly fashioned on the sculpture of a voluptuous Indian goddess.She wore an elegant white cocktail dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, raven black hair cascading down her back but kept clear of her forehead, cream colored heels that complemented her skin and in her hands a flute of. A sizzling sweetness burned my tongue, the heat quickly dissipating – like strawberries drenched in flaming brandy, alight in my mouth. Strange. Delicious. I salivated and swallowed.A tingling warmth slid down my throat and crawled into my belly. It grew, spread, fingers reaching out along nerves and sinews, setting me on fire. Heat radiated from my body, sizzling, vibrant, and I snatched a sharp breath when my pussy began to throb. I writhed and arched my back. So hot, so needy… Lusty desire.