A long way my Lisa had come.Over the next few years, she seemed to be much more accepting that her body was desirable and that she enjoyed being an ob...ect of desire. I would point out guys who were eyeing her as we shopped in the mall or wherever and she was dressing more like a woman comfortable and accepting of her sexuality and sexiness.The photos were also moving into full nudity, even after a few more years, into open legs shots, sometimes with a finger or two inside. She had come a long. I opened the package of a g**** flavored condom and he took it from me and tried to put it on. He was taking too long and my urges were uncontrollable at this point. I took charge, tried to slip the condom down to the base of his penis, and then shoved his dick in my mouth, in all of what seemed to be one breath. I was finally getting what I wanted, him fucking my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and tried to make me deep throat him. To be an asshole I told him I didn't want him touching. You shouldn't be." she tried eyeing me right back, first watching my dark brown super-curly hair move it the light breeze, then moving to my face, my big brown eyes, my high cheekbones, and full lips. She kept traveling down towards my full C cups I knew she was jealous of, though she was only 1 size smaller, down to my soft, but flat tummy revealed by my own bikini, then down again lingering on the shorts that covered my wet mound, then her eyes finally traveled the length of my own pairs of. ”Now she was mortified. “Um, I was kind of joking.”I wasn’t going to let her off that easy. “I don’t know, it sounded like you were pretty serious. And that you have a few names already picked out.”She gave me a look. I couldn’t tell if it was anger or frustration. “Okay,” she sighed, “I was serious, but it’s really just one name.” She seemed a little tense.“It’s okay, relax, I’m just busting your chops.” I laughed. The smile returned to her face, but as we sat and drank, talking and joking, I.