The shapely legs ended in what looked like a pair of hand-made Italian shoes. The man wore a genuine bomber jacket of well-worn leather and when she l...oked up she noticed he had nicely cut short hair that was silver-grey. 'Yummy', Jennie thought. Just then the man reached the top of the stairs and turned so Jennie got to see his profile. To her shock, it was Mr. Sanders! 'That's it!' Jennie decided as she felt herself flooding her panty liner. 'I want this man. And I'm going to make damn sure. On the other hand, Charlotte soon began to understand that in her own social group her Becky’s attitudes made her a bit of an outsider. ‘We might be down the pub, and Stan’ll talk about how I’m a nudist. How I going round in my birthday suit in the office all day. And all the lads’ll laugh. And one of them’s bound to say: ‘But what’s she like stark bollock naked?’ And Stan’ll say: ‘There’s no bollocks about it!’ And they’ll all laugh. But whatever they say, before you know it they’ll have all. Come here, we will have lunch and then we will decide our day plan.” I said, “Ok.” I was very happy because I was going to spend time with my childhood crush. I got ready. I wore jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt.I reached his hotel. Rang the bell of his hotel room. He greeted me and welcomed me in his room. Then he asked me to order dinner. I did that. Then he suddenly asked if your boyfriend is ok that you are here with me. I replied, “I don’t have any boyfriend.”He said, “Don’t lie. I don’t. I stumbled along the wall till I found the stairs and took them one at a time. I exited the building and tried to find my way out of the area. I reached the corner at was quickly assisted by two ladies that saw my distress. They inquired '...baby what happen to you...' I tried to explain that I was lost and confused only to have them both begin to laugh. One with blonde streaks in her hair said to me '...Baby my names Shemakia and you ain't fooling nobody. You've been fucked hard and put away.