Book3:WereMyDreamIs
ivesofthetwenty-fourbeautiesaftertheirreturh!”Shefeltinvigoratedandre-energized.Thepent-upvexationsofthepastmonthsweresweptaway.Shestoodupandwalkedwaveringlyintoherbedroom. Partingthelonghairbehindherneck,sheunzippedthezipperofherskybluedressandsteppedoutofitwhenitpooledatherfeet.Theookoffherpedi-coat.Thoughtipsy,Charina’smovemeainedherfemininecharm.Theweatherbeingsohot,shedecidedtotakeoffherbraaswelndydownperfectlyrexedonherfortablebed.Shecoveredherabdomenwithalightbandfelsleep.Shehadfottentocloseherslightlyopenedwindowandasmallmosquitoflewinthroughthecrack.Afterflyingaroundtheroomafewtimes,itlocateditstarget,stoppedonCharina’sbeautifulthighaosuckherblood.Feelingitchy,Charinasppedather