As I approached the open door, I saw that our room was bathed in candlelight. I was thinking that she had really gone to a lot of trouble to make this...romantic, when, walking into the room I got an even bigger surprise. Libby was spread out in the center of our bed waiting for me. She was propped up on the pillows with a huge smile on her face as if to say that she knew something I didn't know. Her hands were gently caressing her breasts, which, when I later thought about it, may very well have. At that moment Holly walks in and sits on the bed beside me. She takes my hand and waits for me to talk. We sit in silence for a few seconds before I tell her the truth. "I grew up in London. The place was a hell hole. Muggings, rapes, murders happened all the time. My father was an abusive drunk. He always beat on my mother. He died when I was young. My mother was blackmailed into prostitution. I used to go home after school everyday and see her with a "client". Most of the police were corrupt. She’d done and had enough shopping for the season or so she thought she had. To herself, she was thinking “Shut up! Just shut the fuck up, sis!” Now first things first- Tiffany Rae loved clothing and she loved showing her figure seeing that it was a great figure. And secondly, and oddly, she was a devout Christian too. She never ever cursed, except rarely. In truth, Tiffany Rae was an incredible looking woman who lived figure. Yes you heard it correctly. She was a great looking woman with a. Then she started to become distant from me. She would blow off plans with me to "hangout with friends" and go to parties without me. It was a rough patch we were going through, but I loved her and knew we would get over it when we were able to see each other more. When we would hangout, she would always be on her phone texting all these guys that she would tell me not too worry about because they were just friends.One day, a year or so into our relationship, we hadn't talked the entire day. She.