“Take my picture.” She never wanted her picture to be taken when she dressed up for me before. “Walk down the hall towards me.”...; She did that and I took a photo. I took another of her sitting on the floor and one of her standing. I jokingly asked her, “Can I take one of you lying on the floor masturbating?” She said, “No. I still have to take the film in for developing.” This was long before the time of the digital camera. “But I will pose. She didn't think of it as chemistry, because she'd never believed in chemistry to that point.Still, while she had wanted him to want to come see her ... meet her ... that other part of her kept whispering, "He's fifteen hundred miles away! He's a spy, or something close to it! You'd be crazy to try to have a relationship with him!"She imagined it was a little like winning the lottery. She didn't play, but she knew people bought tickets faithfully every single day, and patiently rubbed off. Ashley leaned forward and took my dick into her mouth. She sucked my dick while she finished pissing. when she was done she sat back, my dick sliding out of her mouth. Ashley stood up pulling her shorts up in the process, then she kissed me. I put myself away and zipped up. “Let's go make some more drinks" Ashley suggested. I made my wife another mixed drink and grabbed another beer. we walked outside and handed the drinks to our significant others. I sat back down next to my wife Ashley took. Or this open, it just feels like I could do anything with you that I wanted." "You can, Greg, as long as you never hurt me. Anything you want. If you want me to suck you, I'll do it whenever you want. Or fuck you, whatever." "I'd just never, ever want to hurt you, Kat. You're far too wonderful for that. But, would you suck me now, it feels so good when you do it." "Come up here, just kneel right here," and he held his cock up to me and I began licking it in a circle round and round, then took.