" I said looking down.My wife giggled at my situation, got up and wandered over to the water. A few more guys came from the other direction as well as...another couple. They all passed very close to Lisa. I saw her stand a little taller, pushing out her chest, as they passed. The men were not discreet and took a long look at her breasts as they each walked pass. I watched their expressions as they walked closer to her, then moved my eyes to the lines of Lisa's beautiful, sloping, full breasts, on. She felt my body responding to hers, she felt the passion and the heat. “Oh God Rod I’m close….I’m close…please cum in me”. “Sethy..Sethy…SETHY!!” The wave hit us both; seconds of pure heavenly ecstacy. We collapsed on the bench in each others’ arms.After what seemed like minutes, but I was not sure because I could no longer track time, my breathing had slowed down enough so I could speak, I kissed her and whispered “Sethy, do you see what you do to me? I won’t say that I was out of control,. Which one? What did they taste like? Mixed together like this, she couldn’t tell which flaunted a scent of strawberry and which promised peach. Some beckoned with blackberries while others advertised apple. A fruit salad of flavors, but indistinguishable from here. A pale yellow wrapper caught the girl’s voice and she plucked it from the case. The smell said lemon when she lifted it to her nose. But not a puckering kind with which the fruit normally bit. A springtime taste that would surely be. John could not believe the powerful return of his libido that came with his new found need to dominate and control. It not only returned the enjoyment and drive for sex; it also took him out of the blinding darkness of depression and fueled his creativity as he dreamed up new and better ways to dominate his sub. He still could not believe it. Charlie and Bill had given John a sub of his very own. Martha was a younger yet mature woman. She had been a widow for awhile and had spent a good portion.