When Michael walked comes home the first thing he sees upon entering the apartment is ten perfect toes wiggling randomly leading up to strong sturdy ankles and lightly defined lower legs. The vulnerable backsides of the knees barely visible as the impossibly long legs continue sloping into tight trim thighs. A hint of white satin panties covering the compact curves of a taut ass and firm hips lead up to a nicely defined, though still too thin, abdomen partially covered by a thin white tank top which clings possessively to the curving rib cage and the curving breasts barely visible through the aged material, the rose shaded nipples a bare echo of color. Seated on the stomach, where a oh-so-sensitive belly button plays hide-and-seek with each breath is a weighty tome of no doubt equally weighty subject matter held in place by slender, deceptively elegant "I never do a days work" fingers, the nails a respectable length for handling small children and still scratching a back in passion, leading to strong firm wrists and forearms that betray, to the trained eye, the level of physical fitness of the entire body by their sculpted curvature and the misleading slight bulge of biceps and firm roundness of shoulders that frame an elegantly outlined collarbone and bring the long slender neck exquisitely displayed into prominent relief, following the sleek lines up to a determine jawline which has been chiseled by the most delicate of artisan hands to a pair of soft, moist eminently kissable lips, almost pouting now in a delectable moue of concentration past the aquiline nose and the high thoroughbred cheekbones to the noble brow and the glorious crown of liquid gold hair with its blazes of white shot through the long plait of color.

But it is the eyes that draw him, the drops of the deepest sky, the clearest of days, the hidden depths of sapphires, the bluest touch of the clearest waters, stronger finer and deeper than any shade could ever compare, the same eyes that brighten with spontaneous happiness at the sight of him, the same eyes that drink in his physical presence with unconscious delight, those so very telling eyes, eyes that shine with love and pleasure for him.

"Michael!" her dulcet tones caress his name turning the simple utterance into a endearment, a moan of pleasure, a sigh of delight and a whimper of desire.

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