Dead poets wrote glimmering verse about the loveliness of trees. That's probably why they're dead poets. No one gave a crap. Live ones know there's nothing prettier than a woman on her knees. Because when you see that, it means one of two things- she's either gonna suck your cock or she's gonna let you play with her feet. If you're lucky, maybe you get a little of both. Even luckier are you if you've got a multi-tasking slut on your hands. Then it's party time, her shoes are off, her piggly-wigglies are looking for action, and anything goes.