”I sat up, astonished at her perception. It was true, I often thought of Caroline Ashford at those times, and cursed myself for doing so. I tried to...stammer out an apology. Annette smiled, sweetly and compassionately.“You do not have to apologise to me. When I make love — because for me it is always making love, even when I behave like a harlot and say and do things that might shock—I give myself completely to my partner. He has my body, my soul, my brain, my bones, my blood, and yes, my. I shouted for all of the people of the camp to come to where I was so that I could make an announcement. Apparently, these people were used to being bossed around because I soon had most, if not all, of the people of the camp there to listen to what I had to say.I didn't try to sugar-coat the situation. "You people know that you have been running roughshod over other people, and that situation has now ended. My friends and I have killed all of the 31 men who went to try to bully the local. We thought about hiding the pictures but I admit I was slightly turned on so we left them where they were. Next visit and she looks at them again. Visit after that and she has brought her own laptop with her. I shouldn't have done this but we did a search on her disk for pictures. Not only did we find some of my pictures but also several dozen of her that didn't leave anything to the imagination. The thought of this was very odd, both wrong and yet so erotic. We left the pictures of me on her. What a smooooch!!!Our smooch lasted for bloody ten minutes. My lips and his lips were into each other. Our lips played an adventurous sport and my heart was racing no less than Milkha.A kiss coupled with emotions is a wonder in the word. For him I might have been a regular date, but for me he was a long awaited prince. Our eyes were drawn in lust for each other. I was looking at him and he was looking at me. Soon, he surrendered himself to him. He was in my arms like a baby. I was caressing his.