"Smith, Wilbur - Wild Justice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Wilbur)The double globes were joined in an exact replica of a pair of human
buttocks. "Back end." She smiled, and her teeth were so white they appeared as translucent as fine bone china. "Front end." She turned the nut, and offered for his inspection the perfect mons vener is complete with a feminine gash and a tuft of coarse curls, and now it was clear she was flirting and teasing; she altered her stance, thrusting her hips forward slightly, and the man glanced down involuntarily at her own plump mons beneath the tight blue denim, its deep triangle bisected by the fold of material which had tucked up into the cleft. He flushed slightly and his lips parted with a small involuntary intake of breath. "The male tree has a stamen as thick and as long as your arm." She widened her eyes to the size and colour of blue pansies, and across the lounge the man's wife stood up and came towards them, warned by some feminine instinct. She was much younger than her husband and very heavy and awkward with child. "The Seychellois will tell you that in the full moon the male pulls up its roots and walks around to mate with the females---" "As long and as thick as your arm-" smiled the pretty little dark-haired girl beside her, " wow!" She was also teasing now, and both girls dropped their gaze deliberately down the front of the man's body. He squirmed slightly, and the two young men who flanked him grinned at his discomfort. His wife reached him and tugged at his arm. There was a red angry rash of prickly heat on her throat and little beads of perspiration across her upper lip, like transparent blisters. "Harry, I'm not feeling well, "she whined softly. "I've got to go now," he mumbled with relief, his poise and confidence shaken, and he took his wife's arm and led her away. "Did you recognize him?" asked the dark-haired girl in German, still smiling, her voice pitched very low. "Harold McKevitt," the blonde replied softly in the same language. "Neurosurgeon from Forth Worth. He read the closing paper to the convention on Saturday morning." She explained. "Big fish very big fish," and like a cat she ran the pink tip of her tongue across her lips. |
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