“It’s all good” I said looking at Jean, “you’re a lucky woman” I continued with a grin. Emily giggled and Bob went off for his shower and ...ean offered me another beer which was accepted.When Bob returned with just a small towel around him he grabbed himself a beer and the girls disappeared off to the shops. “You’re not shy of a bit of nudity are you Frank?” he asked obviously not knowing me too well, I responded with “Nah, not at all mate, it’s your house and you dress how you like” which put a. Yes, I heard her, but my brainwasn't really processing the question. I was still staring at my newlypurchased shoes. Pink and white... just like the jumper and the top Iwas wearing... a very cute match... Actually, it was more overwhelmingthan just a pair of shoes.It was the whole package. The cute pink jumper, the mass of curls on myhead, the airy and sexy rub of the stockings, down to the tickling ofmy eyelashes as I blinked.And, most of all to me, the one-inch acrylic nails, done in a. )' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are u******e, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view. We were good friends – friends that were always there for one another. Rita and I had gotten along well for years – but not so well to ever consider marriage. We had never developed an emotional bond, but were very often intimate. I suppose you could call us fuck buddies. When my job required me to travel to Atlanta for a week or two, Rita – unemployed and with nothing better to do – agreed to take the trip with me.Three or four days before Blondie snuck up on me in that bar, Rita had told me.