With a deft, strong movement he grasps her tiny wrists in one hand and forces her around so that she is facing the tree. Her profile against the rough...bark. She struggles, but he is firm. With his free hand he tears off the flimsy skirt and pulls down her cami knickers to half mast around her knees. She feels the sunshine on her soft, peachy buttocks a second before his hand. It is her turn to swear. As he spanks her thoroughly, expertly, he’s whispering in her ear. She can’t be in charge all. Well I let him lick me clean for a couple of minutesand then I stopped him. I’d had a new experience and Ithought that that was it.Later that night though, after I got back home, I keptthinking about what I had just done and I had to dosomething about it, so I jacked off imagining that itwas happening again.Morning came and I’d had a shower and shave I wentover to check the dogs again. I wasn’t really thinkingabout what I had done the day before and I wasn’t thathorny as. Ohhhh God…. Ohhhh God……. she kept saying. I maintained a connection for as long as I could with my mouth and fingers and finally she collapsed and lay back completely exhausted. I was considering going for a multiple orgasm – but I would save that pleasure up for her.I went back up to her and held her and she kissed me. Oh shit she said I can taste myself – are you ok with it. I said its not the first time and it wont be he last – I love the sensation and taste of you believe me.We lay there. The love scenes were exciting without being vulgar, erotic tapestries woven with skill and style. Some made my wife blush. And smile. And the unfolding of the interpersonal relationships showed insight into the human condition, revealing more personal details of the main characters than ever before, humanizing them, as it were. If he ever decides to write a romance, Issabella better keep an eye on her rearview mirror, because he'd be coming fast."I couldn't help but grin when I read that. Maybe.