I was willing and ready to let her have whatever she wanted from me.“One of my boyfriends once told me he thought of my clothes as decorations. So I... started to dress that way, to accentuate my positives,” I said softly to her. “People seem to like seeing as much of me as I like to show them.”“I get that, and it’s adorable. Makes you so much more confident, and confidence is sexy,” Corey coached me. “Nudity is crazy sexy.”“Yes, yes it is.”She pulled away from the kiss, stroked at my pussy a. The artist they wanted to record it was a young folk singer named Cheryl Conroy. She was a 23-year-old who had a regional hit on the east coast. She was popular in the New York metro area but had yet to really make it big. Of course I gave my approval. The song they were interested in went like this:Your Eyes.All that we have been through,All the time we shared.The good times and the bad,It always seemed you cared.Now you're growing distant,Starting to tell lies.You're starting to go away from. I’m surprised at how good I’m feeling. The tension in my shoulders has evaporated. I flip onto my back and stretch my heavy arms and legs. A sunbeam from the roof window streams across my tummy. I’m utterly comfortable. This is like a Sunday afternoon, only better, because there’s no work tomorrow. I doze a little longer, sunbathing on my bed. I can see a sliver of sky. The usual London sounds fill the distance: police sirens, the dull rumble of jumbo jet on descent to Heathrow. For once my. As I pedaled my bike down the street, my long hair blew in the breeze and the sun shined on my bikini-covered body. I had all the confidence of a sexy girl who knows men want her for sexual pleasures. It was a fabulous feeling to have after the long winter. I was sure I could get some hard cock in the park today that I could enjoy. The county park was slightly remote on the outskirts of town and lots of horny men frequent it looking for some action. There were usually guys sitting in their cars.