I think I have figured out what it is. I think Ruthie is an exhibitionist. She has covered it pretty well since she has been here with me, but even th...n she has done some things that made me wonder.A couple of times she has inadvertently spread her legs just enough for me to see her panties. I didn't think much of it at the time, but I have seen her sitting in a park downtown when she was waiting for me. She did the same thing. She would wait until she could hear people around and then her legs. Maine bola jo tu bol meri rani tere lie kuch bhi karunga. Usne bola thek hai jab bhi mujhe chudne ka man karega tu mujhe chodega aur meri pyas bujhaega. Maine bola bus sali yahi chahie tujhe? Par dosto uska irada to kuch aur hi tha. Usne bola mujhe threesums karne hai tere aur teri gf ke sath. Ab meri gand fat k hath m aa g aur maine bola ye possible nai hai. Vo hasne lagi aur boli agr tu is college me rahna chahta hai to ye karna hoga nai to mai tujhe badnam kar dungi aur tera future khatam ho. I spent most of the time in the office, doing his bills. I made large checks for charities he regularly makes contributions to. I made coffee several times that day. I spent the majority of the day alone in his apartment. He went to his daily rehearsal for his TV show. He said he’d call me if he needed anything. I didn’t dare to touch anything or even walk around the place. I only got to see the two living rooms and the kitchen. From what I saw, the place was predictably breathtaking and I was. The time had gone by faster than normal and here it was, an early Saturday morning and I was making an uncommon trip to the office to finish up some important paperwork. As usual, I sat in my same seat, with the morning sun shining into the car from over my shoulder. Because it was a weekend, I had decided to wear running shorts, running shoes and a t-shirt in case I wanted to take a run to break up the day. As the doors opened, your perfume announced your entrance into the rail car, filling it.