They were similar, both about five-two, nicely proportioned, with trim, but not athletic, bodies.They were similar, both about five-two, nicely proportioned, with trim, but not athletic, bodies. The single year between them didn't show, to Sue's chagrin. They both had sweet oval faces, haloed by soft, lush brown hair flowing over their shoulders and cascading down their flawless, ightly tanned backs. Their intriguing young breasts would never turn the eye of the Madison Avenue-conditioned male trained to gravitate to the protruding mountains of silicone, but their appeal was beguiling. The soft pink flesh gently, but irresistibly, rose from their slim chests to lusciously peak at the most adorable areolas you could imagine. The wee nipples crowned the Grecian mons to perfection. 'Tis a pity that no mortal beyond their own hands had ever rejoiced in their caress. But the Creator would be disappointed if the viewer stopped there, for His greatest works were yet to come. Tearing one's self away from the mounds of the youthful Venuses, one delights in following another immaculate trail over the most graceful curves imaginable. The rolling curves gently ebb at the waist, but carefully hasten outward again at the youthful hips. The flow so docile that one might be mesmerized into forgetting that Sue and Alice were women DD women, who could bedazzle any male, if given the opportunity. If the Creator had also given them the desire to attract the male of the species, all would be in chaos. But, dear reader, don't lose our train of thought. We are not finished our wonderful tour. As we continue our luscious travail over the sensuous hips we pause only a moment to note that the soft curls of pubic hair enticing conceal what mere mortals could not even imagine, so we will bypass heaven for now. |