She had told me that posing nude and being painted never failed to turn her on. In the last four weeks I had found out just how true this was.“I tho...ght you said you hated your parents.”She looked at me and was silent for a few seconds. I felt as though she was going to tell me something but then she smiled sadly and merely said,“Aww, I think you’re going to miss me Pete.”I grinned at her and sighed. I was certainly going to miss waking up next to her every morning; hearing her moan as she. It came off leaving only a grey bra, Stevie watched in amazement as the skirt was unzipped and slipped down to the wooden decking before being placed on a nearby chair. Her arms reached behind her pale chest to undo her bra which was then discarded. His eyes feasted upon her small breasts and hardening pale nipples as the cool air took its toll. His eyes slipped down past her narrow waist to her grey panties, her thighs were large but firm with a small gap visible at the top at the v of the. However, you need toget rid of that old baggage you're carrying -- the guilt you feel overyour parent's deaths, that inability to date because of shyness, and thebiggest guilt trip you have, a fear that you are not a "real" man becauseof an inability to land a job in the field you studied so hard for. Yourlack of success with females and in your job equates to being inadequateas a man. That's BS, Tom."Tom rested there, quietly sipping the orange juice, taking it all in.Damn, she was right for. Suddenly a voice startled me, "Hi, had any luck?" I turned, and a stranger was walking towards me.I had a quick look at Pat but didn't want to draw attention to her, because she wasn't far away."No, not yet," I said, hoping he hadn't seen her."That the wife?" he said, looking over at Pat."Yep," I said, wondering what to do about our predicament."Can't say that you haven't had any luck then," the stranger commented. "Peter's my name, pleased to meet you, " as he held his hand out to shake.