And she carried herself like a goddess.I knew as soon as we met that I had to stifle my interest in her to keep my wife from becoming alarmed. You see..., we were light swingers and we had played with a good number of couples on those get togethers. She had seen me in seriously nasty poses with some of those hot women, and all was OK. The difference is that these women were not Asian. She knew that I was a fool for that smooth, hairless skin that Asian women are so famous for. I was lost in their. Wondering if there was a story worth reporting, the journalist went to The Wall to check out the old man. Just as she arrived, there the old man was walking slowly up to that venerable site.The journalist stood quietly by and watched the old man pray. After about forty-five minutes, the old man turned to leave. He was using a cane and was moving very slowly. The journalist then approached the old man for an interview.“Pardon me, Sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”“Morris. Over the following weeks, whenever I could sneak a safe moment alone, Ibegan to investigate deeper... snooping through shoe boxes on the closetshelves, checking bags stashed in the trunk of his car, and digging tothe bottom of drawers in his dresser. First, I discovered a collectionof ladies lingerie. The items were intensely sexy, and I tried each ofthem on in succession, though they were clearly not new. Maybe for asecond I feared there was another woman, but my fears were quieted. Two days passed by and one evening I got a message from my maid( let's call her jasmine) whether she could sleep at my home. I was bit surprised to see that message but I responded "sure, why not". I didn't had anything naughty in my mind that time but I started getting bit anxious. At around 11pm my door bell rings I opened the door and I could see a completely drunk jasmine in front us and she could barely stand. She came inside and I felt pity on her and asked her to take a shower and go to.