Her long raven mane, held at the top by a bouncy pony tail clip, reached all the way down to the end of her shirt, brushing gently back and forth on top of her shapely garlic cloved halves while swishing the air back and forth like a pendulum, in cadence with her stride, but several milliseconds out of phase. Those tights hugged her lean legs as if poured on like lucky melted chocolate on smooth ice cream, Read More