Mr. Bear straightens to his full seated height. He’s fairly imposing. The man standing in front of us is of about average height and build. He has t...ght, curly black hair cut short in a professional style. His light purple button-up contrasts nicely with his dark skin, the color of loamy soil. He’s panting, and his business shirt has sweat circles under the armpits.I sit my coffee mug down and press a paper towel against the wet spot. The one on my own shirt. This guy can deal with his sweat. "If the second son of a samurai cannot make you happy, I will at least be known as a warrior of repute," he told me. He postponed our wedding and joined the Kyoto Mimawarigumi, entering the chaos of Kyoto--And, he never returned.(There is a slight pause.)Tomoe: I didn't wait for the news to come to me. I went to Kyoto as well. And... (thinking) I entered in a plot to kill you. (aloud) He died, in a far-off place I didn't know. The happiness I should have had died with him... But maybe it really. Anna had told me how much she likes to be naked both at home and outside. And how she loves to be watched then.Anna has told me about her dreams doing that in Europe, secretly expecting more audience for her performances.Anna has told me many times again about her longing for a long visit to me and together to the rest of Europe.Anna has told me how much she likes to walk naked in nature or be seen in towns doing some sexy shopping bare.Anna liked to read my long list of possible places to. I move my finger inside of her and find her spot and watch her arch her back. Her back arches and then my hand becomes extremely wet, drenched even. I move my head down into her lap and pull my hand up. Her smell is intoxicating and her juices are heavenly. I lap it from her pussy like it is milk. I immediately put my finger back into her opening, then a second. She starts bucking and shaking and thrashing in her car. I think she is going to hurt herself. After several more minutes she orgasms.