Becca was so happy to talk to the beautiful British woman. The conversation flowed between them and Becca felt she could open up about her non-sexual self. Becca loved talking about her art and all she had studied. The stories of her development in running and playing football were tinged with self-deprecation. High school had been a struggle for her as she experienced the usual self doubt. But she had found her way to this harem not as an over-sexed slut with nothing to offer, but as a young woman at the precipice of understanding the world and her place in it.<br/>Becca loved when Ali brought out the Pinot Grigio and the two shared stories over glasses of the delectable wine. The shared laughs and histories became more intimate as long moments of shared staring into each other's eyes silently were interspersed between. Touches of arms that were quick at the start of the time together were growing into longer and more lingering strokes of arm and thigh and hair.<br/>"I have a  guilty pleasure to admit to." Becca says as she gets all serious. "I really, really, really like Taylor Swift's latest album. I just love the attitude and style and everything. I went out as her for costume parties and I can karaoke big time. Want to see?" the blonde teen asks with a smile