She did a good few poses like this, showing the photographer the mess Max had made on her and her total devotion to it. How she was the one that cause... this and only she could claim Max in this way. Rachel felt so turned on by this while also feeling dominant, successful. She had taken herself further than she ever thought possible and the excitement ran through her every fiber. Jane finished up with a few more photos. She was noticeably flabbergasted by this, not exactly what she was expecting. ‘I’ll always love you, Shannon!’ I called. Shannon turned her head and acknowledged my remark with a nod. The bike cranked into gear, and Shannon roared off into the fading daylight with her biker friend. [6 months later] I stared at the TV, not really watching the DVR’d game. The 34-13 demolition of Miami by Alabama felt cold. The same way my heart did. I still missed Shannon every day. A loud noise from the front door broke into my thoughts. It didn’t sound like a knock, but more as if. And I haven’t loved a woman in thirty years. Not Celeste in the last ten years of my first marriage, and certainly not the old crone who slept two rooms down from me. By now I didn’t want to actually meet the naked girl and realize that she had all the foibles and irritating habits as the rest of us. I loved her just as she was: an ideal woman to worship from afar. In her I could invest traits of purity and intellect and joy and she would have those qualities. Just try to find them in a real. One day she came to the house she usually comes her and my mom knows her very well and this particular day she came and my mom was out of station so I planned to seduce her somehow. She came in we had regular chats and some snacks and I said am going to bath and she was in my room after bath I came back with just a towel around me and chatted for next 5m then she bent down for picking something giving a clear view of her assets and I was dumbstruck and tried various ways of seducing her but.