My heart was so full I could not speak, a soft smile tugging at my mouth as I watched him and felt him touch me. A million questions unasked, now unne...ded, I looked into eyes that held answers to unspoken questions — eyes which promised care, promised love and promised trust. It was hard to leave him and return to the busy world, but I took with me his bracelet. It was so finely woven, it could hardly be seen in normal light. At night, when I took my ease before sleeping, I could feel its. I have always thought so. I stay with her some weekends, a tradition that started when I was a little girl and mom was working a lot. Now I just go up to her apartment in the city to hang out with her and explore. I didn't see this kind of exploration coming.My vagina was so wet that her fingers were able to slip easily inside a little, then back out. My hips swayed with her as she fingered me. I watched them stroking my pleasure center, amazed by how different it felt for someone else to touch. She knocked on the door to Room 2010. Once again, the striking forty-something answered. “Jennifer,” she smiled. “Please come in. Don’t you look adorable?”Jennifer’s friends had taken her shopping at some swank shops to spend some of her new found loot. This night, she wore a black wool pencil skirt, a white silk man-tailored blouse, and a black cashmere blazer. As a personal fashion statement, Jennifer added a ridiculously expensive pair of leather cowboy boots.“Hello, Olivia. So nice to see. Where is Mr…um?’ ‘Mr Love ma’am. He goes to work at 6:00. Pass Miss Sandra her tray Belinda. We apologize for the use of your first name but Mr Love had forgotten your surname.’ ‘Men have a habit of doing that, don’t they?’ Sandra laughed and thought the women looked horrified. ‘I’m Mrs Roberts and Belinda is Miss Rice and I assure you Mr Love doesn’t forget names. Obviously he has entered into a relationship with you without knowing your name.’ ‘I did invite him to read my passports.’ ‘You.