Choose somethingyou want to do. Or don't. But I want you to be mine, I want to possessyou, own you. I want to control you and in return I want you to ...cceptall that and submit to me."She smiled. They both knew what her answer would be. Without speakingshe'd moved down & taken his manhood into her mouth. It hardened as shegently caressed his balls. She moved her mouth down until the headtouched the back of her throat. He growled deeply as she buried her noseinto his thick pubic hair. She inhaled. "Tell me what you think of these.”I flipped the first one open and stopped immediately. The first page showed two photos, the same woman was in both, and in both she was posing naked. “Um…”, I didn’t know how he wanted me to respond.“Keep going”, Dean encouraged me. So I flipped pages, looking at photo after photo. There was a series of a single woman, posing naked, mostly tasteful. Another series showed a couple posing, both the man and woman naked, in a variety of loving embraces. The album. It was pleasantly cooler out of the hot sun. Though the lilacs had passed weeks before, their scent still hovered faintly in the air. ‘I hate wet feet,’ Lisa grumbled as she pulled her mud stained tennies off. ‘Me too,’ Karen said as she pulled her own tennies off and set them on the remnants of a beam so they might dry some in the sun. She felt a warmth in her midsection when she looked at her friend. Lisa was a strikingly beautiful girl. Her lithe and willowy body offered secret promises. During my married life, I have never been wet. I swear. This was the first time after my marriage that some one was making me wet, and I was melting from inside. My heart melts, my every nerve melt, my every sense melted. He kept our embrace and took both of us near bed. Slowly we both sat on the bed. I wanted to lie on the bed. I laid my self, he came along with me.We were still passionately kissing each other with lips. Some time I was kissing him, some time he was kissing me. We were raising.