It seemed to me that Brooklyn had a certain magical air about it. At night, it didn’t have the sparkle of Manhattan but it was not as dark as Staten... Island. The demographics were constantly changing inside Brooklyn proper and it had plenty of history dating right back to the War of Independence with battles fought with wins and losses on both sides and lots of blood running in the streets both soldiers and civilians. Brooklyn didn’t identify as being part of the Big Apple at night. It was a. Although she says she is overweight, I have always told her she has a great figure, especially her breasts, which I happen to know are size 38D. Besides her great figure, Liz has soft and pretty medium length red hair, fair skin and a pleasantly pretty face with a great smile. All together, a very attractive woman, besides having a sweet disposition. During the course of our conversation, shortly before landing, I happened to mention the name of the hotel where I would be staying while I was in. I swallowed hard, feeling so off my balance here. Francesca just smiled, chewing down on her lower lip in anticipation. I stepped free of my pumps, slipping the spaghetti straps off my shoulders one at a time. A feeling of calmness and trust came over me as I carefully peeled the dress down along my body, standing there for a long moment before gliding my plain white briefs down to my ankles. Then I was in her arms, kissing her, our bodies intertwined and afire. Francesca eased me back onto her. "Sounds fine by me," he said, "but do you think you'll be able to find yourway home?" He gave her an out, which she appreciated. Hard to believe there were gentlemenin this world, or maybe he was just a moron. He certainly wasn't a bad lookingmoron. He was about six foot even, with a thin to average build. He weighedroughly 185 pounds she figured. His eyes were ice blue like a husky dog wereand his hair dark brown, wavy and thick. It was a short drive back to the hotel room. They had met.