“Bend over”, you say, and instantly I know what you’re going to ask of me.“Squeeze it out” you tell me and I wonder where the filth will end... Of course I comply, I’m good like that.I bend over and allow the water to pour over the back of my head, then I squeeze your cum out of me gradually and you watch closely until it is washed away.We meet in the bedroom.“You’ll always be dirty!” you respond with a smile when I tell you that I’m clean.I climb into bed beside you, my hair damp and straggly. I. I want to know it ALL. I want to learn EVERYTHING. Joey, will you teach me about loving?"Joey answered by lowering his lips and kissing her again. He dropped one arm behind her knees and without breaking the kiss lifted her up into his arms. Briefly, he broke the kiss and whispered, "Where's your bedroom?" She pointed to an open doorway and Joey carried her through it, their lips once again joining. The only sound was that of Birdie's shoes falling to the floor as she kicked them off.Joey. "Stefanie knew her poses well from her photo shoot in the wood last night. She had planned the shots meticulously and could have copied all of them for anyone who asked. In this situation, she strained to restrain herself from showing them but her mind and body obeyed the artist's desire and she struck the poses for him, holding each for several seconds so that he could get a look. One moment she was holding her sword up high as if ready to make a strike. In another she was crouched down on her. Suddenly, Tammy could see it. The rolling waves of rock raked out with two odd shaped stones at counterpoint. That was it, she thought, the same tranquility and subtle beauty she’d seen in Linda’s father’s rock garden. Tammy could see the tall green bamboo raking secrets from the wind and telling them to the two stones, so far apart, yet bound as one by the sea of waving gravel. She was contemplating who, in this relationship was holding the peg toothed, wooden rake she’d seen leaning against.