I just turned twenty last fall. I have dark brown hair, green eyes and a pale complexion, almost alabaster. I have 36 C breasts. My parents are still ...ogether, though I know for certain that they haven't had sex for at least a year. My mother is usually out late at night, and when she does come home, she smells of sex and cologne that isn't my fathers, so she's obviously out screwing around with other men. While she's out being a whore, my father stays at home, cooks, cleans and is both my part. My husband took me to a party and left me alone while he sneaked off with a blonde girl, I was sitting at at the bar all alone when a guy approached me, he told me I was very beautiful and asked if I would like to have some pictures taken as he was looking for models for a shoot for a major magazine. I said ok, but as it was too crowded in the bar he suggested can we go upstairs to the VIP Lounge where it was a little more quiet, I said ok, We went upstairs, but instead of a luxury lounge he. It doesn’t matter whether you’re male or female or whichever they are, most of us have done it. It’s not anything to be proud of but we’ve all done it. The difference with this particular girl was that the regret was different. I regretted not having stuck around after, not getting her phone number and not remembering her address. Yeah, it was that sort of drunken night! I only even vaguely remember her name, Linda or Lindi or something like that but ever since then I couldn’t get her out of my. During the summer of 1985, Vicki and I were assigned as engineers in the same division and when a desk next to me became vacant, she ended up sitting there. We quickly became friends, always giving each other a hard time. I felt no great attraction for her, in a sexual manner, (besides the natural male curiosity), and our relationship soon began to turn into one like a brother and sister. Each of us were only children, so the experience was kind of unique for us.Vicki clearly let me know that.