Heidi Deepkiss

The Lady Was No Lady Heidi Deepkiss

Publisher Marketing: Jennifer Langston, more commonly known as the Lady Langston of Langston Manor, leaned over the wood, trying to start the camp fire. She leaned from her waist, tight designer jeans stretching on her full, firm buttocks. Sitting in a folding lawn chair, Thomas stared at her outlined posterior. Almost an open invitation in blue denim, he thought. It brought new meaning to "Rhapsody In Blue." Each movement of the fleshy globes was a musical invitation. He wasn't doing anything that Lady Langston was unaware of. She knew her neighbor looked at her when he felt he wouldn't be noticed. She didn't mind. She enjoyed being looked at, even by her neighbor who was already married and comfortably settled. It made her feel good to be looked at, admired, desired. She knew this streak of exhibitionism could be dangerous if she wasn't careful, so she was careful. She had exposed herself as a young girl in various ways that seemed accidental. It was, in fact, how she had met and married her late husband, Lord Langston. But, as is the case many times, he turned out to be a complete wimp - a buffoon. Oh, he loved her erotic ways in the beginning before they were married. She would tease him by showing a long, creamy thigh, or when they were having a drink in an out-of-the-way club, she would flash her panties at him, always pretending she was unaware of what she showed. Of course, other men had seen too, and her late-husband had been very turned on... until they were married.