British petite Emma not as innocent as she looks ready to please

368729   2 years ago
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368729   2 years ago
Tiny speck of space and time, back in seventy-eight, where you met, you recall a reluctant blind date. Friend of hers, friend of yours arranged a rendezvous, suspecting, you suspect what you would do. Back in the seventies everyone did, not like today when everything is hid. Wore a denim skirt made from Levi cloth, sleeveless western shirt which, later, she took off. Had dinner at the bar, half-dozen long-neck beers, and the band started up at eight, dancing away your fears. Mixture of patchouli with a hint of sage, dark brunette hair, tied in a braid. They played swing and waltzed a bit of country rock, held each other tightly after that would talk. She attended school in a distant city, you were just some guy, could be Walter Mitty. Band took a break, you went outside, top down your VW, went for a ride. Talked a while longer, kissed each other tight, discussed your future and the rest of the night. There on that mountain top, a little push and shove, first and last time you ever made love. She flew back to college, you flew overseas, life can be so serious or sometimes just a tease :)