“Do you see a television?” the brunette replied, looking up and tossing her hair out of her eyes. “You should just get rid of it,” Ximena suggested. Sex It certainly didn’t look anything like the low-rise sweats the brunette was wearing in the real world. “The focus will adjust by itself.” She pushed a button on the box, which began emitting a low hum, and put on her headset. They were beautifully shaped perfect handfuls, capped by perky pink nipples. “Absolutely not!” Shelly snapped. Shelly jumped and nearly screamed. Brad Pitt? “Oh, come on!” the redhead complained, looking at the figure sitting beside her. The coed clapped her hands over herself, feeling a little disoriented by the feel of fabric under her hands and the visual impact of her “hands” stopping not quite on her “body.” “Jesus, Ximena! “See for yourself,” she said, pointing. Why did Ximena have to screw up her subconscious by bringing Mick into this? “You totally get off on going lezzie on other girls and seducing them for me and Mick.
