She turned 19 last Friday. Her father was a busy business man, a shipping company owner, who was always out of the country, and leaving the house alon... for this girl. She got up from her bed, and stripped off her small night gown, and stared at her figure in the mirror. She was perfect. Hour-glass shaped body with a height of 5’7, she was skinny but she had perfect curves. B cup size breasts with dark green eyes and black hair which made her look like a goth angel. She felt some weight down at. This guy was slow as molasses, pissing in a cup took almost a half hour before I was finally able to get back to work.I went straight into sparring. I was again beaten after the session and went to the treadmill to cool down. Mr. Singh came over and talked to me.“So Barnim, how are you coping with everything going on?”“I’m really just ignoring anything other than school and prepping for the fight. Work, summer school, and regular school about ready to start are creeping in.”“Well, that’s. On many occasions she stayed nude for forty-eight and seventy-two-hour stretches. Carla called them her "nudie marathons."My girlfriend was also often stark naked outside of the apartment, too. She spent many an afternoon in our back patio, soaking up sun on her nude body, sipping on a glass of wine or a cold wine cooler.One day I got home and found Carla totally naked and sitting at the kitchen table. A fresh bottle of Merlot was wedged tightly between her legs as she worked it with the. . she was looking at me suspiciously like she was about to violate me . i could see her reach to touch me on the shoulder as if she wants to wake me up. then she backs out and says my name very very faintly. i never replied. the rom was dark the only light in the room was from light from down the hall. she walked out and back in. same routine touching me to see if im awake. soon i began to make a low snoring sound. i could feel her touch me very lightly running her hand up and down my upper.