Dora and her husband Marko were soon to go to Sunday lunch at Mrs. Dora's mother. While Marko was getting ready, Mrs. Dora was sitting at her computer..., sorting out some chores, and then she opened a folder with her favourite pictures… She opened Ana's pictures… She was thinking… While attending dancing classes the week before, she heard that the previous summer Ana’s heart was broken by another of her unfortunate loves, allegedly a Spaniard. Poor Ana, the little beauty's heart is broken again!. ..you must have feelings and urges like all young men, don't you? Does seeing me like this give you any feelings...you know, sweetie...do you think my body is good...good enough to want to touch...I said if you forgive me, Blake, I'd do anything for you,' and she moved forward and took the camera from her son's hands. Robin couldn't believe she was saying these things to her own son, moving her half naked body up close, fully ready to accept whatever her son wanted to do with her.'You really. You look me in the eye and it's as if we are the only two people in the room. Funny thing about a crowded bar, the more people that cram into it, the more anonymous one feels. The people around us are completely oblivious to our little exchange. My hand slides lower and cups the back of your thigh. I release the tightness of my grip a little to create some space between us. My heartbeat returns to its normal pace and I suddenly realize I'm thirsty again. I lift my bottle of beer off the bar and. It turns me on even more: the joy and release, the security and the stimulation, of knowing myself to be the object of my love’s desire – that she wants to have me, to take me, and – aaahhh! – I do so want to be taken!This is the moment – THIS, this is just the perfect moment! If Chanel or Dior could distil the pure essence of sexual anticipation and bottle it, then when you first broke the seal, when the first hint of that erogenous aroma escaped into the air – this is what it would be, this.