"Listen, it's okay that you're not into it. I shouldn't have pushed you. Still friends?" Of course," Alicia said, putting her hands together. She look...d at the door. "I'm just tired after tonight. I'll call you tomorrow?" Sure," Erika replied. "See you then." She opened the door and walked out, trying hard not to look back.October 2003. London, England.That incident set the tone for our whole relationship, Erika thought. From then on we were at a distance. You still talked to me, even discussed. My divorce was only five months old, and I haven't approached a woman on my own since before I was married. I needed help. I guess it was just going to take time but missing a chance to talk to such a pretty woman was tough.I had picked out a picture and I was watching the girl behind the counter process my credit card when I saw her just outside the store looking a picture through the glass. She had take off her coat and had it over an arm, her waive black hair fell over her shoulders and down. And she wanted more.She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. The party was in full swing and couples were dancing to the Fifties music, with some people standing at the bar drinking and others sitting on couches and talking in twos and threes.Brad was standing at the bar drinking a beer, but Ashley's heart jumped when she saw him talking to a blonde with a plunging neckline and a body that had curves on top of curves. He was a sexy, attractive man, the kind women couldn't resist, so. A., and once in Madrid.When she got to the top of the stairs, she turned, and in her nude state, smiled, faced me, and slowly moved her hands down to her pussy, and then spread her cunt lips."Do you like my wet, pussy? I'm all yours, I always have been, no one makes me feel like you do." Susan, go into the bedroom." I said.She turned, once again picked up her bag, and walked into the bedroom. She was quite a sight, nude as she was. In the bedroom there was a full length mirror, and king-size.