However, it was this “discussion” that led to me pointing out that, if she didn’t like me taking pictures of other women, she should pose for me... She went quiet but, after a few days and the odd recurrence of this conversation, she conceded that she would do it. I wasted no time booking one of the small studios for three hours one evening. When we got there, she with a small case of clothes (and, hopefully, lingerie) and make-up, she asked me not to introduce her as my wife as that would make. They say it’s not so little. I never really took note of other’s sizes but as I think back, maybe I think I’m about average.But this whole week has been building me up. I think my dick is harder than it’s ever been and it feels like it wants to grow and grow. Maybe I have reached puberty. Or maybe it’s just The Program!In in biology, Ms. Winger offered the usual relief. I refused but Sue wanted more. The girl’s insatiable. I started to make my way over to her but she stopped me.“No, Jay. I hope. The next few days passed so slowly. I greeted Rachel with a good morning text each day, and a good night call each night. But her conversations were small talk and I worried if she wasn't on the post-date high that I was still on. On Tuesday, there was no good night call. Instead a text message with simply her address and a kissy face emoji. I left it at that, I didn't call her that night.The next morning, I dumped cereal when trying to make my daughter breakfast and forgot to put coffee. She grabs his hands with hers, caressing her breasts with him. His mouth moves further down, playing with her belly button. She stares down at him… he is lost in her beautiful sculpted body. He runs his hands down her thighs as he stands his upper body over her. He spreads her legs and gazes over every inch of her silky flesh. Her hand moves from her breast and slowly slides down her stomach. He watches her every move, as she teases her wetness with her fingers. He pulls one of her legs to his.