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My first interview with Louise Dakotah took place on a particularly smoking-hot, sultry day. While she explained to me how her marriage began as a mail-order bride from across the pond, her sweet smile almost hypnotized me. As she giggled and talked, she began to untie the sweater she wore. Peeking out from that sweater was a very seductive, pink bustier. I recalled from her biography, that she is an equestrian trainer. "Do ya wear lingerie like that while ya're teaching riding lessons?" Batting her huge, blue eyes, Louise Dakotah giggled "of course I do! Corsets provide quite a bit of support, helping riders keep their proper form!" The afternoon was sweltering, so she hitched her skirt up, as well, revealing pink satin undies above the lacy edges of her naked silk stockings.

I complimented her on her exquisite taste in lingerie, and asked if I could see the whole set. With all the propriety of a noblewoman, Louise Dakotah stood up, and with the grace of a ballerina, did a little pirouette while her skirt sank to the floor. Her back, lean and muscular, was evidence enough that she is a professional rider. I began to wonder if she preferred to be on top during intercourse. "I wear things like this everyday," she confided. "It's so humid here, in the southern states of America, I hate to have to wear clothes. Frilly little things, like this, make the day a bit more... interesting." I was definitely interested, and my cam guy was breathing hard.

Louise Dakotah continued to peel off layers, exposing creamy, upturned nipples, set atop firm and flawless jugs. "It is just so smoking-hot in here," she sighed. "Would ya mind too terribly if I kicked off my knickers, as well?" Beneath that sweet little pink satin bow was a tidy blonde bundle of hair... and beneath that, a pink-lipped beaver just begging to be smooched. I'd read that about European vixens, preferring a bush over our preference for being clean-shaven. I wondered if it would feel any different. Now, I am a professional, so I will not say how sweet she tasted on my tongue, but I will inform ya that Louise Dakotah was a real lady about it. And I will not inform her hubby how much she loves a lesbo encounter, every now and then. She, of course, kept her silk stockings on, just for me.