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“No...I mean, I have, but I never...,” I said, blushing profusely. “Never?” Angelina prompted. “Never like you,” I forced out. “I was just a little stunned.” Angelina grinned. “Well, this is only the top half, sweetie.” She then unbuttoned her form-fitting jeans and peeled them off until she stood completely nude. “THIS is my body.” My eyes were now virtually raping her. Those perfect thighs, those narrow hips; that flat stomach and smooth, tanned skin; that perfectly trimmed V of hair covering her groin. Had I been standing I would have fallen at her feet. “Well? Do I get a verdict, or am I just going to stand here and be the naked idiot?” Angelina said with a giggle. “It’s...I’m...shit,” I said, stumbling horribly all over my words. “Lovely. Very nice.”
“We’re going quid pro quo on this one. Let’s see you,” she said flippantly, prompting me to strip. I just sat there, still flabbergasted. I had no idea what to do. I had come this far only to be cold-cocked into a silent stupor by her nudity. I was literally watching a platinum opportunity race by before my very eyes.