He has committed to me, I can feel it. I'll let him take my virginity when he's ready to ask for it. It won't be long. I can see the hope and desire f...r me in his eyes." He is male. I should give him the pleasure of courting me, pursuing me, catching me... dominating me? Yes! At our core, we accept each other as equals. But I am his female. I should give him the pleasure of catching me, mounting me as he desires, letting him possess me. Eros is a possessive love. It will be one of the. Whenever it comes to Women, I just can’t say no. Now on to the Good Part. I guess it all started whenever I was about 9 years old. My Parents had gone on a weekend get away and left me to stay with the neighbors next door. That was fine with me, as their son and I were best of friends. It was about maybe 10 PM and I decided to go take a shower and put on my pajamas and get ready for bed. Whenever I went into the bathroom to get my shower there on the floor next to the hamper was lying a pair of. My almond shaped eyes and my husband's green hue, my husband's thin lips and my pout, my curls and my husband's honey brown color, and my husband's tall frame with my round ass. But by far the sexiest part of my baby was his skin, which is the color of milk and honey. "Mommy." I love when he calls me that. "Yes, baby." "Please, let me go inside you." I smiled and kissed him. I could still taste traces of my pussy on his tongue. I then began to guide him inside me. "Holy shit," I shouted.. After a few days his women settled down and he was once again able to come and go without being mobbed. He was amused that the bed had been taken apart and that the floor covered with sleeping furs. He had to admit that it was an improvement, at least in his own mind.The people working in the valley were excited to see Fighting Hawk once again strolling around the valley and talking to all of the people there. Each of the widows looked longingly at him as he passed, and jealously at his women,.