Kiki has been roused from her dreams. She wants to lose herself in them again.
She knows a sure way to do that. In a leisurely way she lets her hands run over herself. They are as soft as the rug which is caressing her body. Her daydream takes shape.
Memories of past delights return. She squeezes her breasts. They bring to mind all that arouses her feminine passions. The warm breeze across her reminds her of a lover’s touch.
Now she can be certain her dreams will be satisfying.
Kiki French Balcony
