Janet and I walked into the room and a few of the boys asked her, “Damn girl are those real?” “Who’s your girlfriend there?”“Yes and never... you all mind who she is,” Janet replied as we walked by them.We sat down in the back of the class and I explained to her what had happened with Uncle Bill. Janet hugged me and told me she was sorry. I told her it was my own fault and I deserved being tossed out from my home. I also noticed that most of the boys in our class were always looking back at. I opened it and look at her golden breasts, small but firm, her nipples erect like towers on a mountain. Just a few hours before, we were talking on the Internet about meeting. Then we were at an hotel on Shanghai, a room rented for all night even if we both knew the encounter could last only some hours. And she didn’t want to fuck with a married man. We never planned this, we never thought that’s what was going to happen. Maybe we’ll feel guilty afterwards. Possibly. But not at that moment.At. We would also exchange some photographs (some of the ones she sent to me I have posted in the photos section). On some visits back to the UK I convinced my friend to pose for me and I took some good photos of her. However, she resisted my requests to video of her – but she did allow some video capture on my digital camera (at that time the cameras were limited to films of only 20 seconds). In 2006 she visited me for a 2 week holiday – the last one she would get before I moved back to the UK. At. I stood at the kitchen door and saw her surrounded by six guys who were all trying to get a feel of her lovely body. She was a bit drunk and either didn't realise or didn't care what was happening to her. She had hands all over her as the men all tried to get a grope of my lovely young bride. One guy started kissing her hard on the mouth and as he did 2 guys who were standing either side of my wife, gently eased her top down to reveal her bare breasts. The guy kissing her stood back so that.