"Then who?" Well --" He stalled, trying to decide which would get him in the least trouble -- the truth, a lie or just avoiding the question."Come on,...Tommy, I want the truth."He decided to go for it. "I found it in Dad's office -- it was in one of his file drawers, under 'S, ' " he blurted out."Your father's office? Tommy, you know you're not supposed to go in there. You..." She went on and on. Tommy hung his head. Chose wrong, he thought -- she didn't want the truth after all. But, as she. ‘I…I…I love you, I have ever since I first met you in high school. You’re the most charming, intelligent, compassionate and beautiful girl I’ve ever met. I never had the guts to tell you how I felt because I knew it was stupid, I barely knew you as a friend.’ She was staring at me, tears welling in her gorgeous eyes, but they were tears oh happiness and a wonderful smile lit up her face. She replied in a wistful tone. ‘Oh Emrys, I had no idea you thought that way about me. At school you always. I spent the first year of marriage in Iraq, where on a whim, she would buy porn DVDs and mags and send them to me. What really threw me off was that the movies were almost always opened. When I asked her about it, she said she had to make sure there wasn’t anything too freaky, and then tell me which scene I should watch first.Fast forward twelve years, and she still has that same adventurous streak. While her years of trying new things applied mainly to toys, positions, and different types of. Seductively manipulating her shoulders to allow her breasts to gently sway, glide back and forth just enough for her nipples to jiggle, she tenses her arms, legs, stomach muscles while deeply inhaling and holding her breath in yet again. The full frontal view of herself spread-eagled on the monitor, squatting on the stool seems somehow surreal, her lithe body below the glistening black mask so slim and taut, yet so full busted, her symmetrical breasts standing upright as a matching pair.