Life could not be more illuminating.
Before diving in, Michaelene looked over her shoulder smiling at Patrick.
“It’s deep enough to dive,” she said. “Are you going to follow me in?”
“Sure,” he said, “you lead the way.”
“I shall.”
As Michaelene turned sideways to Patrick on the dock, he saw her breasts in semi-profile, perfectly proportioned, with pink, quarter-sized n*****s. Michaelene’s blond hair and striking figure made her a literal swimsuit model, sans suit, singular in allure, with a smoldering personality and deeply sensual super-sexuality included in the deal.
For starters, Michaelene was one of the rare genuinely dominant women of her generation, strongly heterosexual and possessed of sufficient self-assurance and emotional armament to provide her with a superlatively satisf
