I had a glimpse of the alabaster's smooth thighs, which somewhere in the depths of their skirts merged into a beautiful triangle of white lace panties. I could clearly identify the protruding contours of the great lipsticks surrounding the most enchanting female place. It even seemed to me that I could smell the intoxicating scent of her womanhood. I imagined quite vividly how I approached her, how my fingers conquer the strength of her lap, how I pull her panties down, and devour my eyes with every crease of her cave that opens eagerly to my pulsating acorn…