And it doesn't seem that she wears any makeup either. She's fairly tall and has a gorgeous, athletic body. Not as curvy as the blonde you noticed in t...he hall, but very sexy nonetheless. She's wearing a loose floral-print top that shows off her full breasts just a bit with its v-neck. It goes up to tie behind her neck and in your mind's eye you imagine that it's backless. It's cut short and shows off her flat, tight belly, which seems to be her favorite body part. Her long wrap-skirt is riding. I woke up later to a pounding on my door. Grabbing the .357, I peeked out through the curtain. The woman from the counter was standing there. She was dressed in slacks and a blouse, she looked better. I put my piece away in my bag, opened the door. ‘Hey!’ she said. ‘Yea, Hey yourself.’ I was getting tired of hearing her holler ‘Hey!’ ‘What were you doing outside earlier?’ ‘Nothing, just checking my car.’ ‘You were changing the plates.’ ‘No I wasn’t.’ ‘Yes, you were. Want some company?’ She. The sound of a squealing hunk was like music to his ears, as his weapon slammed into their meaty mounds. He had even cultivated an ‘abusive’ vocal repertoire to accompany their howls as he pummelled their butts.Ainsleigh never deliberately flaunted his wares because, for him, that would take all the fun out of it. He always wore slightly baggy pants and let his overhanging casual shirt further obscure his endowment. The element of surprise was what really fuelled his mischievous imagination. The piano was driving the beat, but the trumpet was handling all the punctuation of the song. In that one song, Clara and I used up all the spins, turns, throws and drops that we'd practiced for our two jitterbug numbers at the recital. We were a little bit rusty with some of it, but it was a lot more relaxing for us when we were just one couple out there amongst a hundred other people. We weren't dancing for judges, it was dancing just for the fun of it. I was glad they had played a fast song.