When I got there I had on a blue school T-shirt and my blue shorts while she had on a white school T-shirt and white shorts. Normally she wore a sport... bra but not on that day.The weather was fine when we started but then it began to rain lightly. Soon it was raining harder. Shortly we were both soaking wet. Occasionally we took turns leading then together, on her turn to lead I could see right through her white shorts. She was not wearing any panties. Her T-shirt was plastered to her back. Then one day he had the good fortune to visit a flea market in a suburb of Hollywood. A cheap looking medallion caught his eye and he purchased it for a couple of bucks. It looked ordinary, but the metal seemed to be real gold. It was a gamble but no worse than buying a lottery ticket or two instead of lunch.He planned on pawning the medallion and its chain, but after cleaning it a little he placed it around his neck and let it hang on his chest. It looked pretty nice. Maybe it would help. I could figure out that he was the project manager, the tough guy. One of the two other men was now ogling at my navel. Two down and one to go…The interview began and to my surprise (not really :)), i was asked very simple questions and nothing related to consulting. All they asked is if i can relocate to Bangalore and whether i can handle the demands of the consulting industry. In between, i asked for some water and as i was gulping water, i spilled a few drops in my white shirt. The water. First time for both of us!Time to test the taboo. From my messages she knew me as a gentleman ...She is beauty blossoming in sweet Spring just after her birthday 1st of JanuariShe is such a seductive sweet smile and those eyes, I drown dunker drunc doubly bubbly big black ;pounds of ponds as in Ireland near doubble draining dab dum b Dublinin her two lrge lakes of great glases of Guinness, fillled to the rim.We wrote a lot with each other, right from the start. And often added hugs and kisses..