"As I love Armand?", she persisted. "As much as that?" It's not a good subject", I told her firmly. "Not for a sunny day. And not for someone as young... as you, thinking about the beginnings of things not the ends of them"."Just as much, then", she concluded. "I see. And do you love her still?"I didn't answer. She didn't press. We walked on quietly.The ground had levelled out by now, and was dappled by shadow from nearby trees. It was the best time of the day, and I felt content, in this place,. She stood up and walked into her bedroom. I followed, sliding on my hands and knees. Lulu was on her bed, her back to me. The bedroom was dark, but the window let the streetlight bathe her body in silhouette, very erotic. I watched her lift her bralette up over her head as her long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders to reach just above her soft round bottom. She leaned back giving me a view of her bare chest. Her youth and taught muscles kept her medium breasts nice and round. The faintest. By dropping her, knowing how healthy and lively she was, he knew it would be fun for her. And it was. She liked that he made her feel so young, so impossibly virginal. She giggled. ‘Lie down, Jim,’ she said while sliding off the bed. He lay on his back, his still hard club sticking up and bouncing. She retrieved some oil from the chest of drawers and returned to the bed, giving his club some more delightful bounces. Placing the bottle on her bedside table after dabbing out a large dollop onto. So, yes, I'll do the nude scenes if they can be done in good taste." she told him. "Glad to hear it." he said. "Now I guess the only thing left is for you to show me what you've got." What do you mean?" Winona asked. "I want you to strip for me here in the office and take off your clothes." he droned. "You must be kidding." she chuckled. "I'm quite serious my dear. If you want the part you must do a striptease for me right now and take off the clothing." he declard."You fucking slimeball!" she.