The satin sheets looked impossible to keep tucked in. A bedside table on either side held a lamp and alarm clock on one side and a lamp and book on th... other side. The book was by a local mystery writer known for graphically explicit torture and death scenes. A blood-spatter writer, I’d heard her called. The nightstands were fully enclosed with a drawer and door on the front.I crossed to the desk and disconnected the webcam. Then, just to make sure, I scanned the room to see if there were any. He was in the Army and we lived in military housing on the fourth and top floor. There were two apartments on each floor. A new couple had just moved in and after hubby left for work I went down one flight to welcome my new neighbor. Military communities, especially overseas, are very close. Everyone helps one another. I knocked on the door around mid-morning and wondered what she would be like. To my surprise, an extremely well built and nice looking black guy in gray sweat pants answered the. ." But what?" If I get pregnant, it is not ok. You have to marry me, right?"And Noriko smiled.Finally, we broke up about one month later. I stopped contacting and Noriko also did not call me anymore. I believe Noriko did not get pregnant. I did not think she get abortion without telling me. Several years later, I happened to notice that I was rather excited on ugly girl than cute or beautiful girl. Of course I like cute and beautiful girks but was sexually excited more when I saw porn. She could make believe that a loving man was touching her as her own hands caressed her breasts. She would rub her nipples and pinch them a little and her pussy would leak wetness. The shower would wash it away. Then her hands would rub her hairy pussy, making it feel almost like it was being fucked. She liked that a lot now. Fucking was a pleasure when Freddie was in a good mood and made her cum too. In the shower she always came. More than once. She pretended that someone was watching her and.