I love her kissy face. It makes a manner of unfulfillable longing in myself what makes me cry and I mean that for real. If you ignore the spectacular tittties for a moment you will see that the vanishing point of desire leads over her gorgeously shaped mouth and into her eyes. Like with Holly Randall, there is simultaneously a homey warmth in them and the promise of other horizons other lives and other selves. You engage women like this at you peril and the peril of others. After all they are actually only human beings. By the time you enterted her company and looked there long enough to realize that it is either all in your head or worse is really there but is unavailable to yourself, somebody will have to die.