She sighed in contentment and comfort of their shared love. Her head lay on her folded forearms, breath warming the space between her mouth and the sh...et of the bed. Her eyes were closed so that she could concentrate on the pleasure of his touch.Brian, lent forward, taking in the smell of her, savouring the faint aroma from the soap she had used that morning. He kissed the small of her back where the curve of her spine, in concave undulation, met the top of her buttocks. His dry lips brushed. I finally ran out of excuses and sat down at the computer. I looked at the photos again and once again I began to feel the tingles. I decided that now was the time to move some things around so they wouldn't be quite so easily found. Once I had done that I began looking through the photography links Ben had sent me. There was a lot of useful stuff in there and I decided to give some things a go. I set the camera up, following the settings suggested on the site and did a few still life things. The cheque was cleared and the sad first owner delivered it to Anna Friday evening. Nothing would do but that we, all four of us, crammed into the little vehicle and drove out to the Strines Inn for supper."My treat tonight," Anna announced, "and, Bill, as I'm driving, there's nothing to stop you getting a load on. As long as it doesn't make you incapable, of course!" Her eyes twinkled and Susan and Jasmine giggled at the implication."Okay, as you press the point so, I'll have a pint of the. I glance over at the wife and I can tell the eye candy named Brad is just as pleasing to her. In the story they have a crummy marriage, a very distant relationship, and it’s obvious they’re quite bored with each other. Then things begin to change. The couple finds out they are spies and, perhaps even killers, and all of a sudden there is an undeniable tension mounting between them, not the least of which is sexual. I get up from my spot and lay down in my wife’s lap as we watch the story.