It’s a day in the country with Hitomi at a stable without town. She puts on a constricted, white top, denim overalls that unveils tons of leg and some shit-kicking boots. The place is deserted. Hitomi checks things out during the time that shedding her western wear and playing with her bigger than run of the mill swinging bra buddies. We couldn’t have Hitomi really doing any work with that pitchfork. If she’d have broken a fingernail, we’d have not at all forgiven ourselves.
Hitomi doesn’t dress in public to reveal off her mambos. She is low-key. Glamour modeling or making appearances at conventions and porn shops is a different story.
“I don’t wear dresses that expose off my milk sacks. I don’t even have these kinds of dresses. I threw out all my skirts. I do not have a single petticoat. I adore free and facile, fashionable trousers. If I’m invited to a fancy dinner, I may costume up in a elementary suit that doesn’t flaunt my melons.”