Aina came by again the other day. She wore a lovely reddish dress, her hair tied up, and as dimly her heart may be at the time, she still exerted a strong feminine energy wherever she went.
Specifically, when she walked over to the aquarium, she did a perfect squat, a perfect crouch. My goth I could not help but notice the perfection of her shape and flow. I even remarked to Amber on at least two separate occasions thereafter, that Aina’s perfect crouch reminded me of a pole dancer crouching low wearing high heels, or someone crouching low with her knees apart readying to give a blowjob.