”I hopped down out of the saddle and kissed her hand.“Your beauty draws me as the sweet honeysuckle draws the hummingbird.”Anna actually giggled...when I laid that line on her. She grabbed my hand and led me up to the porch.“Come on in, sweet talker, and you can pass out whatever is in the saddlebags.”I followed her inside and took a seat at the large family table while Anna gathered her family and fetched the saddlebags. When she handed me the bags, I opened the buckles on both sides and cleared. As you enter the hall I softly push you from behind into the wall. Kissing your neck and your back, running my hand up to your breast, massaging it slowly. I love having you in my arms, I love the touch of your skin on my lips. Without a word you turn around, facing me, your eyes staring into mine. You kissed me softly, our kiss becomes more and more heated with love and passion. The towel slowly drifts from your body, allowing me once again to feel your naked skin against mine. Massaging your. 'God of Heaven, madam,' I cried. 'What superhuman loveliness!'And really the magnificence of form, the exquisite creamy whiteness of her flesh, set off in the highest degree by the black velvet, again relieved by a small portion of snowy-white chemise fringed with the yellowish-white of the rich lace, was a picture worthy of Titian's brush, and enough to drive any hermit raving mad. I rushed forward, threw myself on my knees, glued my lips to the nipple of that lovely breast, and clasped her in. She sat me on the commode seat, and, lifting my feet one at a time, extracted my feet from the mess that was my clothing, and then, standing me up, propelled me into the shower.Once she joined me, well, between the therapeutic effects of hot water, and the stimulative effects of her naked, wet form, my (big) head cleared. I drew her in for a leisurely kiss, and, once we surfaced for air, I wrapped her in my arms, and thanked her verbally. “You ought to know that part of the reason I was able to.