“Oh Janet, I'm so happy you’re here.” Janet could see a single tear roll down her silky cheek, as she felt some empathic ones of hers form and ...o the same. With the Tave Kosi cooking in the stove, Tira came and refreshed her friend's glass and stole some cheese from her plate. “Gosh, your eyes are so beautiful. Not a lot of blue eyes in this part of the world.” She kissed Jan's eye.“Do you always hang out naked?” Janet smiled.“Most often, yes actually. I don’t own a lot of clothes, and I. I didn't think I was pretty. I couldn't seem to convince myself no matter how many men threw themselves in my direction. Even when my boyfriend told me I was beautiful everyday, I still didn't see it. I didn't wear make up. I didn't wear heels or attractive clothing. I wore jeans, tees and tennis shoes. One time, I found myself curious. I was curious about what I might look like if I dressed like all the other women in my city. I tried on my sister's clothes. She was a very fashionable women,. I came several times myself that night.She moved in with me two days later (and after two days of steady and very intense sex. I mean, in every room, indoors, outdoors, with food...) and we lived together for over a year before she moved out to California to study nursing. I still hear from her on occasion but she's married and pregnant again and it's hardly the same. Still, I masturbate to her memory frequently. I have several nude photographs of her, some video (including a nude posing and I. He pressed one of the buttons for another floor. Hewould be getting out before my floor. The lift doors closed and westarted going up. Side by side. Not looking at each other. Not speaking.The lift stopped and he got out, giving me another good looking over ashe left. The door closed again and moments later opened again at myfloor. I stepped out of the lift. Thankfully there was no-one else aboutas I walked along to my room. I opened my handbag and found my key.Opened the door. Stepped inside..