I open the door and you step forward, looking into my eyes. Our gazes lock. You feel the electricity of passion and lust pass between us. Your gaze moves lower, taking in my moist lips, the gentle swell of my breasts with their hard points poking through the thin material...down further to the graceful curve of my hips. I smile and blush a little, being examined with a look of such lust. "Won't you come in?" I ask.> > You...