I recieved this e-mail from a woman once that had a picture attached to it. The picture was of her laying on the bed on her back with her legs together and pointing straight up in the air.

She had a garter belt on and a pair of hose and a pair of stilleto high heels.

She did not have on panties...

beautiful view! She asked me what I would do if I walked into the bedroom and saw her like this. Well, I told the truth. Here goes. I would take a shoe in each hand and gently slip them off while kissing the bottoms of your tiny toes and arches. Laying your shoes down quietly, I would begin slipping my massaging hands down the sides of your dainty feet, sliding around your beautiful slender ankles, gently caressing your shapely calves and kissing that little soft spot behind you knees and massaging your enticeing thighs all the way down to the curve of your well rounded buns as I squeeze them while rimming your back door until you beautiful legs spread, releasing from the captivity of you shapley legs being held together, your georgous feminine mounds and valleys that are protedted by those plump, kissable lips that I see swelling out every woman has more than one set of lips and they all deserve to be kissed!, whereupon I passionatley place the wonderful kiss of ecstacy that sends waves of pleasure, currents of excitment, floods of release throughout your precious being as your smooth back arches in pre-explosive escape of sexual relief that sends tingling ripples of estatic reward throughout your perfectly shaped body into the root of your plump breasts all the way up to the tips of your erect nipples while you breathing escalates to gain the oxygen required for this internal thrashing of activity you are experiencing as your sensual face shows expressions of the sexual granduer you're experiencing as you head roll wildly from side to side as you begin to undulate frantically from the personal placeoral explosions taking place under the gentle toying and flicking of my tongue, the lovel contraction as my forefinger presses and massages your g-spot while my other forefinger enters deeply through your back door with pressing stroke against your love! Then while keeping your fever at a high pitch I would take my mouth away with it full of your juices, gently and caressingly hold your head while our lips touch, slipping into a wonderfully passionate French kiss, sharing your juices in our mouths and swallowing them satisfyingly as my swollen manhood invades your steamy hot love, pumping you with such force it takes you breath when suddenly you passionately convulse, screaming with pleasure as my cum fires through my throbing manhood and bathes the interior of you womanhood, coating the interior of your femininity with the thick hot scrumptious fluids of my swollen testicles that have longed throughout these precious moments to deliver their boiling liquid of manly passionate love while your body gently slumps back to the bed and you emit those soft whimpers of total relief of sexual tension and release of bound up desire. She never answered back. What do you think, ladies? Did I say something wrong?