" You do, you taught me a lot today. Right here," he pointed toward his flat. She pulled over and parked in a rare empty spot on the street. They were...bathed in an orangish halogen light."Look Josh, I'm not trying to pressure you. You're the best I've had in a long time... let me rephrase that. You are the best I've ever had from a young guy, period. I've slept with older men who were very good and all you need is experience. I'm laying all my cards on the table. I want you to move in with me.. .." She's not a slut," Kirk said defensively, and instantly he regretted his words."No? Then what is she?" A woman, that's all. A hot-blooded woman, she loves and enjoys sex. There's nothing wrong with that, Vicki." She's a whore! A filthy whore!" No, damn it, she's not..." Why are you defending her, Kirk? Why? I'm your wife, not her. I'm the woman you supposedly love, not that... that harlot."Kirk felt anger kindle inside him, too. He hadn't expected Vicki to understand, not really, and he. ”I took a deep breath and started to bear down, and I forced Becky’s arm downward. For about an inch. For a few seconds our arms were motionless as I continued to strain, and Becky just smiled. There were some chortles from the guys as I tried to conceal my effort. Then Becky popped another pink bubble, and slammed my arm down on the picnic bench with a ‘thud’. My muscles screaming in agony from my forearm up to my shoulder, and my hand was burning from the strength of the grip in her slender. “Try this!” She posed with one hand on her hip and the other behind her head. I very quickly took two quick snaps.She smiled walked on only pausing to talk to the lady at number 21. I was surprised no one seemed to mind her nudity. She walked on until she reached my house.“Do you want a few more pictures?” I nodded speechless. We walked on to my driveway squeezing past my fathers van. She posed and I must have taken about twenty pictures of her.She stopped posing to press herself against me..