I don’t have an 'Aunt Jane', but I could guess exactly who was standing in my reception. “Ok Emma, I’ll be along” and made the short walk to t...e front area of the office where a splendidly dressed Jane was standing looking rather solemn. “Jane......are you ok” I said actually worried for a second. “Aunt Jane please”, she sternly replied, the school teacher in her I assumed, before sadly announcing that her ‘sister’ my make believe ‘Aunt Geraldine' had passed away suddenly that morning. “Oh, Mr. Descending, I was squeezed in by a short Japanese man in front and a tall gaijin (foreigner) in the back. The short ride down must have been enjoyable for the gaijin. I felt something hard pushing into my rear, like a hard dick rising. Riding the Ginza Line all the way from Asakusa to Shibuya non-stop should be fun! I closed my eyes and fantasized about being pressed together in the Tokyo metro like oshizushi (style of sushi with pressed rice). The elevator door opened in the basement. We. ”“Sure. You know how my Mom has gotten this bug about yoga exercises. Well, I am going to tell her that I was showing you some of the exercises, and I was demonstrating the one where you stand on one leg. I had never tried that one before, and I fell against the footboard of the bed. I bumped my pussy in the process and tore my hymen. It bled so much that it stained my panties, and that is why I had to wash them. We can put them in the dryer before we take our shower.”“Hey, that is a good. " That's what she tells me." You'll never get her on a stage," Allie said, shaking her head."She told me that too." You should talk to Bambi."Bambi? There was no Bambi in our school. I'd know. I'd had fantasies about that name ever since I accidentally ran across Bambi-Model dot Com. Pure accident. Bambi was a little younger than me, with long brown hair just like Tami. And Bambi just seemed to be a name that screamed sexpot."Bambi?"Allie giggled. "Diana. Diana Coleson. Bambi's her nickname."I.