AngelEyes1994
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"Oh, what a beautiful morning..."
It was barely past 5am on a Saturday in late July, and the sun was just about to rise from behind the homes and huge maples and ash trees to the east when the man coming out onto the lawn to collect the poorly thrown newspaper looked up to see Angel staring his way. She wore nothing more than a pair of tattered, faded blue denim jeans; her perfectly rounded, gravity defying B-cup breasts and their swollen, pink-brown nipples were as bared to his view as were her feet and their red painted nails.
"It's a beautiful morning," she said to him softly as he stared in surprise at her.
(This is closed to a writer to whom I have offered it. If he doesn't take it, I will open it to another. PM me if you are interested.)