You pause, trying to think of how to answer her question....
"Well, the truth is..." you begin to say
"OH! I feel funny.... this is good wine, Mr ... it makes me feel all..... good" she says, nibbling on her lower lip.
She places her wine glass carefully on the table, and walks over to the radio and tunes it to her favorite station. Some Brittany Spears song comes on, and she looks loving into my eyes as she begins to dance.
She raises her arms up into the air, exposing her smooth tight belly, and begins swaying her hips back and forth. The sight drives me wild. She closes her eyes, and her hot little body moves to the music.
"Wait, were you saying something, Mr ?" she asks, suddenly.
"No... Not at all"... I say, smiling. |