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Like I said at the very beginning I?m just a guy, like any other guy, who adores so many features, or should I say facets of a woman, but I never know where to begin when I see the woman for me. However, as I grew up or developed what tastes I felt and thought were best for me as far as women were concerned, I?ve learned more about them in life. The first thing about a woman is, I think, her smile. The second most important feature are her eyes. Those two will always get you what you want. Look at them, pay attention to those first off, and you can and will develop into a direct way and path to her heart. It?s true. I did it with Greta or I?m pretty sure I did. I didn?t do it intentionally, but I did. And it was, it appeared, a successful route to her heart. Seeing as I?d been invited to be a ?live in? with her, our relationship took off almost immediately. Before I knew it we were sleeping together. And get this?that occurred on the very first night. Okay no, we did not have sex, but we sure played around with each other a lot. You can bet on that. And from what I learned that very first night that I got there we learned more then I ever expected to know about one another. We learned more then either expected. She wanted intimacy out of someone, like me, and I gave her that. She wanted affection too and I know I certainly had and gave her that as well. We kissed a lot more then I ever expected to kiss. Boy, the woman could kiss up a storm too and I sure loved that?let me tell you. On the other hand, she was more then willing to play around and as a result we played or toyed around with one another?s bodies as we lay in bed one late afternoon while it stormed outside. Before I knew it we were hitting the sack, for the day, and we held one another?s naked bodies. And this was on the very first day I met her too. No, again we didn?t have sexual intercourse, but she and I hit it off really well. She has the most wonderful personality in the world. How she hadn?t ever been latched and gotten herself into a relationship already I don?t know but all that matters is she and I were together all the time I was there with her. That?s all that mattered. I initially didn?t work and I didn?t have an income to speak of. Thanks to my parents, I was pretty much financially ?sponsored? by them at that point in my life, but that wasn?t too much to speak of. The next morning, after that nasty rain, I woke up, but Greta was still asleep. Her back was turned away from me and as she slept I watched it. God, she sure looked beautiful in her naked fleshy figure. Those white shoulders, her long blond hair, her torso, Escort Ataşehir and her ass all seemed to flow beautifully in my opinion. I couldn?t wait to tell her either just how beautiful she is. I watched her body flow in a manner of speaking. This way and that way and up and down it moved. She breathed quietly as she slept the early morning away. I wanted to kiss her body all over. I wanted to reach out and grab a hold of her body. I wanted to pull her tall 5? 11? frame against me. But I didn?t. She was sound asleep and although she was as pretty as any could be we were more or less ?foreign? to one another and I didn?t think it was appropriate. So hence I eventually eased myself out of bed. I grabbed some clothes and moved very quietly out of the room. I headed downstairs and once I did I started to put some of my clothes back on. Oops, I should have started doing that a bit earlier. A red headed, gorgeous woman that was even more beautiful then Greta was down there reading, quietly. She was, like I said, more beautiful then Greta ever was. ?Uhhh hi,? I said. ?May I uhhh help you?? She smiled. Her face exploded. I stopped right on the spot. Her smile made me freeze. In a manner of speaking she looked beautiful for two reasons. One was her smile but the other reason was that she wore this top, which buttoned up from around her chest up to her neckline. Only thing is about that top of hers is that she had it unbuttoned down low so that I was able to see most her cleavage. She was a succulent beauty in that with her red hair, which was thick and wavy, she also had these blue eyes, and once she smiled at you your whole body melted almost right away. However, there was soooo much more to her I thought. She had tits that were bigger then Greta?s and I tried, and I mean I tried, not looking at them, but I failed. She smiled and then asked ?You are Joseph?? I said yes I am. ?Hi Joseph, I am Francesca. I am Greta?s sister. It is very nice to meet you. You sleep upstairs?? she asked and I said yes. Thank God I had on my boxers when I got down there. She got a chance to see most my body. I put on my shirt. I put on my pants. She watched every last detail of me doing that as I put on my clothes. ?She must like you. She never has men over to her house. And I mean never too,? Francesca said. I nodded my head. ?She says that you are a photographer. Is that true?? I said yes and nodded my head as well. ?I can see how she may like you. You are nice looking man. She does not date men only because most men, in her opinion, are how do Americans put it?? I waited for her Ümraniye escort answer. ?They are and pardon my expression but they are assholes.? We both laughed. All of a sudden Greta, slowly, came down the stairs. ?Hi everyone,? she said and we both said hello back to her. She took my hand in hers and led me to the couch where she and I sat down together. Francesca had no reaction to that. I let Greta be the boss and I let her do all the talking. ?Greta, I wish for uhhh Joseph and me to talk. Joseph, would you like to do umm a photo shoot of me?? I said yes but that I was going to do a photo shoot of Greta first. ?That is perfectly fine with me. You two do what you need to do and when you two are ready for me I will get everything ready on my end, okay?? We agreed to that. Those two hugged. I shook her hand but she hugged me too. Greta didn?t make a big deal of me and Francesca hugging. Francesca smelled incredible. She smiled at me, I smiled back, and Greta teased me by lightly hitting me on my butt. We said goodbye and she left. I noticed she?d made coffee. What an angel I thought. ?She is married,? Greta said. ?She has twin boys. They are very young. Isn?t she pretty?? I lied. ?Not as pretty as you are,? I said. Francesca was prettier then Greta but there was something about Greta that stood out to me. I could not put my finger on it as of yet. ?May I get you coffee?? I asked. She was already smiling at me as she said yes. ?Your sister made it so I-? ?Ohhhhhh then it will taste wonderful. My sister always makes the best coffee.? I brought the two of us coffee and she went on to say ?I had the most wonderful time with you last night Joseph. Being with you was?I don?t know but it was a,? and she closed her eyes and thought a moment. Her voice was soft as she went on to say ?It was sweet and comforting. I loved it.? She wore a sparkling smile which I loved. ?Greta, I did too. In fact, I laid on the bed this morning watching you. You looked soooo beautiful to me. I?ll bet you didn?t know that.? I smiled as I looked at her. We smiled and then she said ?I have a lot of work today. Unfortunately I do not have time to do any personal things with you. I would like to,? and she frowned, ?but I can not.? I nodded my head. ?But if you wish you can go and take pictures or you can watch me work. It will be boring, Joseph. But I must do it.? She smiled and winked. ?Yes dear. I must go and do it. Feel free to eat what you need. I will get myself something soon.? So we went our separate ways, more or less. I washed up and changed clothes. She did too. She wore this small Bostancı escort bayan but loose top. It defined her boobs. Yes it did. It was as if she was showing them off to me. Was she I wondered? I don?t know if she was but it sure looked like it to me. We kissed, on the lips, and she said goodbye and headed out of the house. She went to work. I went out to see what she did exactly. She milked cows. She harvested eggs upon eggs. She was the dairy queen. She sweated and she sweated as she did all of this. She brought it all in and she put it all on the cart. Gallons and gallons of milk were stocked on it as well as cartons of eggs too. I sat and watched her do it. That?s all I did was watch her work the dairy like a horse and I did nothing to help her do any of it. It took a long time but by 3:30 or so she was done. She was sweating up a storm. I thankfully had my camera and seeing as she was done I started snapping a few unattractive but possibly attractive pictures of her as she sweat. However, due to her sweating I found started to think that she looked ?hot.? Can you believe that? She kind of looked ?hot? to me. ?I am going down to the pond Joseph. You can come and wait while I swim and rinse off a little bit. I will not mind if you do. It will be pleasurable but I do need to rinse off.? She smiled and waved me her way so I followed her down to the pond. She turned away from me as she stripped down to nothing. I watched her backside as her shirt came off and I saw those lines of hers appear before my eyes. My heart melted as I wished for her and I to be together in bed together. I watched her jean shorts come off. She wore underwear. She took those off too. Ohhhhhh wow, I told myself. Look at that ass. I watched that butt crack of hers as she walked, slowly, into the pond. Shoulders, lines into her waist, and no waist hardly at all, I made sure I snapped pictures of her naked body as she walked towards it and into the pond. Mmmmm, that young woman looked more then marvelous to me. I wanted to be with her and on her and I wanted to somehow make love to her as well. ?Joseph, do me a favor please will you?? she asked. ?Please turn around while I get out of the water. It will only take a moment.? She smiled and waited and I turned around. She got out of the water and swiftly put on her top and shorts. ?Okay, now you can look at me,? she told me, wearing a huge beautiful smile on her lips and in her eyes. ?Wow Greta, I can?t tell you how pretty you look,? I said. ?Awwww Joseph, stop teasing me,? she said, still smiling. ?I?m not teasing you. I mean it Greta,? I replied. We walked back to the house. She dried off and changed and we headed into town and I watched her do her selling. She was good. No, she was one experienced sales woman. She came back with ?loads? of money. She was proud of herself again for being the best in the area. Back at the house, her sister Francesca was there again.