”“You know much more than you let on! And you know what the «furisode» signifies?”“That you are single and eligible for marriage, at least t...aditionally.”“They have taught you well. Why do you hide how much you know?”“The topic never came up!” I chuckled. “This is the first time we talked about clothing.”“I think you would make a good Japanese, for a «外国人»! (gaikokujin)” she laughed softly.“Is it possible for a «gaikokujin» to become truly Japanese?”“No; not really. You would always be the. "None," he says.She pauses and reflects on that. Her opponent says he is undefeated, and it is her first game. The odds are not good. But then... he might be lying to her. She can't know for sure. Her face is slightly flushed.Richard, who sees her thoughts reflected clearly on her face, can't quite tell if the flush is because of embarrassment or excitement. He glances at her chest. There is no sign of her nipples poking through the thin fabric. Surely they should be erect by now?"Have you. We go upstairs. Take off our clothes, while we are looking at each other. We are really horny right now. We start to take a shower together. When she wants to grap a sponge to wash herself, I grap it quickly before her and start to wash her: from top to bottom, while I watch every single piece of her body with now and then a quick kiss on her body. After her neck, her breasts, her belly and her back, I start with her ass, the back of her legs and feet. Thereafter going up towards her pussy. Her. I grabbed her ass and she giggled as I massaged it too. I loved feeling her soft skin. I went back to her back and she sighed with relief as I pressed and pushed at her. She was always so stressed. She needed relief. After working her body for a good 30 minutes she got up and went to get a shower. I cleaned up everything and wandered into the bathroom. She didn’t even notice me. I watched her drop her bathrobe and step in. She was the prettiest girl I had ever laid eyes on. I shed my clothes.