As usual, Cindy was on time and totally professional. I shot her modeling the swimsuits in front of a gray screen, using a variety of lighting angles....These were swimsuits designed for teens, so they didn't reveal a lot, even the two-piece suits. The company had sent over a guy with twenty suits in Cindy's size, and she changed right in front of us, not bothering to use the changing screen, to the amusement of the company rep, who was definitely not gay in his reaction to her nudity. We. She used to stay opposite to my house, her house was a small one that had cement sheets as roofs, they were recently married when they had moved in, Soon we she my family became good friends and she used to call me for help to get stuff from near by store, The villain of this story is her husband who was drunkard and used to abuse her hit her every weekend after getting drunked, everytime this happened my parents used to intervene and sort the situation. She was dark, tall and had sexy figure. It was a cruel blow. I know Anne wanted them. I'd have loved them too.I considered adoption. She did not want that. She talked about finding a donor. I could not live with that idea. I guess I am a jealous man, after all. (Ha! But you know that by now.)We stopped talking about it.I knew it hurt her. It was a sneaking hurt. It was like mourning after a death. I guess that's when Anne decided to make a career for herself. Maybe even a life.She did the marketing and PR for a fast growing chain of. I want it all, empty all of it into my hole, and fill me up to the rim... (don't forget the picture) God I am getting wet as I write this! So this is little cute me, trust me its worth it to get a picture of my jewel.Now that you know how I look, lets open up the diary and make a time travel to August 5th 1989. I was on a two-week vacation with my boyfriend in Greece. The 5th was a Saturday and a week of our vacation was already over. I had been together with my "then" boyfriend Thomas for.