There aren't many staff here at the Embassy who consider themselves naturists and those who do are male. I'm not one myself, but for those who practis... it, it's almost a religion. Are you a naturist yourself?"Ana felt obliged to strengthen her case as much as possible. "Er ... yes. Yes, I am."Wahata scribbled another note. "It doesn't make much difference in your case whether you are or not. I think your case already sounds quite strong. However, every little extra helps. There may be some. ”With that, she gave Emily a kiss and strutted off, leaving her underwear on the floor where it had fallen.Her juices were visibly drying on the insides of her legs, but apart from that she looked quite presentable as she sauntered past all of the young, famous faces.Eager to get her chance with Emma, Emily pulled her tight dress up over her hips and folded the hem up to keep it in place.She took the scrunchie out of her hair, allowing her long dirty-blonde locks to flow across her shoulders. In the second semester she had enjoyed twenty-three different lovers, often three a week and sometimes two at once, but dallied and slept with only two of them. She lived with one young man, a grad-student, for more than a month until his financé caught them copulating one afternoon when he should have been in the library. He loved to do it standing with the girl's back on the wall. The other one was a jock with a big prick, and she fucked him for a week before she tired of his abrupt pull-outs. But he's the only one who's..." Fucked you?" I finish for her."Made love with me," she corrects. She arches her back as she says it which only pushes her young beauties further out towards me. Under the table I adjust my legs so that they capture one of her bare knees between them."Not even with Johnnie?" I probe."Noooooo! N ... O. And there's no Johnnie."Of course there is. And I know that I'll eventually find out who he is."So how'd you meet this old guy you married anyway?" He's not old!".