Wide-shouldered woman starts to cough into her open hand. But... do we know for sure if it's her hand... or does it belong to a female friend hiding beside her...? No. It's her secret.
The culmination of a unusually deep fit.
Light, discrete hacks caught in her ten fingers.
She's surprised that her frequent coughings don't seem to annoy her guest.
I could see in her eyes that her cough worried her as much as it turned me on.
I was waiting for another lady while a nice-looking, big-lipped and big-nosed beauty passed in the corridor, hacking uninterruptedly.
A lady with her both hands cupped, but a bit from the face.
She was waiting for me, laying on her back. Just as I was getting closer, she cupped her hand over her mouth, her inhale making a slight wheezing sound.
She wanted a smoke break before we went on, but it just made her cough and cough.
A woman's morning cough. Again... who's hand is it really? Why would her own hand be under her hair? We'll never know for sure.
She didn't feel sure about whether we really should go on, since there was no end of her coughing fits.
The door bell rang. Just as she was going to open, she cleared her throat by coughing twice and deeply. I understood she was waiting for somebody since she didn't even bother to dress before opening.
I was just going to tap this lady on her shoulder to tell her how much I wanted to be with her. Or... to tap her anywhere else...
"I know I shouldn't talk so much, it just wakes up my smoker's cough"
She turned around and massaged her breast, just above her long hangers, with her hand still over her mouth.
Housewife just before going to bed.
Her coughing fits were as big as her...
Leaning forward
Fingers half way up over nose
She let one hand stay on her breast while coughing into the other
I asked her to lay down but she wanted her cough to stop first.
She threw her body forward as she sounded like she was turning inside out.
Her fit was far from as long as she was tall, but equally beautiful.
Mary, 47.
After chain-smoking for half an hour.
She was almost getting a lung up just before we started.
Mrs Bloom's late night cough.
She let the cigarette remain in the ashtray, hid her face in her hands and coughed badly.
I assumed her friend would pat her on her back when I noticed her hand was sliding down lower than that.
Her bad habit of bending her head forward so I couldn't see her beautiful face often annoyed me.
Fiona often let Marylou cough in her hands.
"Big mama" Blissy helping Sarah
Rob's old school teacher, just before a lesson he'd never forget.
Not even while Liz was coughing, Diana could keep her fingers away.
I was wondering whether her hands could cover her attractive, big nose.
Her smoker's cough would sometimes ruin my work concentration.
How can such a small, tiny woman have such a loud cough, I asked myself.
She wanted me to guess why she always smiled while coughing. I was too embarrassed to tell her what I thought.
Her breasts was hanging as she leant forward because of her deep coughing fit.
She was staring like if she feared her cough would never stop.
Whatever she was smoking in that holder, it wasn't good for her chest.
Anything she did, she did in her most elegant and personal way.
Dressed to cough
A bra can be used to hold back so many lovely things
It takes two for a tango
Window shopping, Hamburg, S:t Pauli, 1962.
She sat on an old stone wall, naked. Thinking she was alone. No need for hiding her cough in both her hands like that, I thought.
Deeper than ever, she thought to herself.
The lenghts of their coughing fits matched the size of their...