Click clack, click clack goes her heels as she moves graciously out of the hall.My eyes have been her for as long as humanly possible, and my ears have given heed only to the sounds emanated from her person.How she picked up the wine glass and took a small sip while scanning the room with subtle eyes.She must be at least cautious, making sure no one was unto her and her true identity. How she played with the saucer of appetizers, not really eating her tostadas de atún.Shame, really. I thought the tuna tasted fabulous.I didn’t want her to know I was looking, so when she stood up, I turned away.Now, she’s walking off, and I can ogle to my biggest delight.Her heels - worn on those beautiful, well-toned legs, almost like an athletes. Lilith had always been the slender, more movement versatile kid when we were young, while I was a sloppy fat fuck. I wondered how she loved me.Childish naivety, I guess.And kill me, but her ass is to die for. In the slim fit dress pants, the curves o
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