‘Uh huh’ There was a pause. ‘Wait... You cooked?’ At last his eyes left the screen and swept over her, taking in the full scene. Her coal-blac... hair fell in waves past her shoulders, her green eyes glittered with lust and she pressed her lush lips together, enjoying his appraisal. Liquid desire pooled between her thighs, making her grin back at him. 'No’ Lisa was cool. She couldn’t cook, didn’t want to. She just wanted this man to come in from the patio and make love to her. 'You want me...’. She was always alone in the pictures but clearly not alone in the room. She was beautiful. Not a perfect beauty, but beautiful, nonetheless. In some pictures she was smiling, in others she was laughing, or serious, reading a book. Sometimes she was cooking or looking out of the window. In a few she was clearly reaching an orgasm, lucky her. But in all the pictures she was naked, or wearing a light, very transparent gown showing her nakedness underneath. She liked being naked at home and she. In fact, once the rioters knew where to go, they ignored him and crowded up the flights of stairs. They were no longer intent on smashing up furniture and priceless heirlooms. Who knows how many works of art were spared for posterity as a result? And when the rioters had finished their business, they filed out of the house almost apologetically, their baseball bats and other weapons now splattered with blood. They even tried to close the door behind them that they had earlier spent a full ten. Slowly I let my eyes close again as I picture his handsome face and body, I reach down and draw him up my body. He is laying full length on me, our bodies touching everywhere, allowing our hands to gently run over each other. Me feeling his firm, warm, skin over taut muscles. Him feeling my soft, supple skin, skimming his hands over all of my curves. He kisses me deeply once again, our tongues swirling deep into each others mouth. I taste my pussy juices on his tongue as I suck on it, the taste.