That vapid, human clothes-hanger thing didn’t really do it for me. I preferred my women with distinct and strong personalities, that assuredness of ...onfidence was what really got me going. But even with all of that, I must say that the Jill Sander show was by far my favorite, even though I consider myself to be traditionalist and lean more toward the home-town hero, Giorgio Armani. The pieces in her collection were incredible and the girls who modeled them were just as awe-inspiring. The full. She seemed more confident, less embarrassed. She didn’t try to cover herself when I took notice of her bare breasts. She didn’t blush when she looked at me. It was like she was a completely different person.It was late, and we were both a mess. We decided to take another shower, albeit a much shorter one. Afterwards, we worked our way into the main bedroom again. She sprawled herself out on the bed and looked out the window.She looked sad again, I wasn’t sure why. A few moments later she made a. Most of all, she has to be somebody I could read. I don’t want to waste time, having to try different things to attract her.She is sitting with a small group of girls. Judging from the other girls, it is the brainy crowd. Even amongst them, she is shy. I can tell she has ‘the princess being swept off her feet by prince charming’ fantasy. Given her attire, I guess she is a virgin. The only question is, how closely does she guard it?Thankfully, the chair in front of her is unoccupied. She sits. I could feel Mary's cum slowly leaking out of me some, but Ididn't care. All I wanted was to be alone."Mary, just leave me alone, okay?" I looked up at Mary and I saw hertearing up too. He didn't understand what I was going through, but hejust got up and softly closed the door to the bedroom behind him.I laid like that for a while, before I calmed back down enough to rinsemyself off and get dressed again. Well, at least into my bra andpanties. When I came out, Mary had gotten redressed from the.