The sun of Milan shone high in the blue sky, pouring generous heat on the streets. Nicoletta couldn t have asked for anything better. She was wearing her favorite summer dress: a riot of bright flowers on a sky blue background, with a wide and soft neckline that caressed her collarbones. It was light as a cloud, an impalpable fabric that floated with every step, letting the air caress her skin. As she walked along the tree-lined avenue, she felt the heat of the asphalt filtering through her sandals, but the dress gave her a feeling of freshness and freedom. Each printed flower seemed to vibrate with life, and she felt part of that summer painting, a colorful note on a perfect day. It wasn t a dress that hugged her, but one that allowed her to move gracefully, a reminder of the carefree nature of long and bright days. It was a very low-cut, very sexy dress that left little to the imagination like her long and hot farts after eating Mexican food on this hot summer day!
