Once I was able to capture that moment with a camera I'd brought home. An enlarged print of that picture, complete with her dazzling just-fucked smile..., was hung over my bed, where it was the first thing I saw every morning. I longed for the day when I could wake up and see the real article instead.The modeling agency she signed with gave her all the work she could use, and she usually asked that I be her photographer. And once my photography came to the agency's notice, they sent other models. But they hadn’t. They remembered all the special touches, the special moves, the intimate sounds, that created the deepest response in their partner’s mind and body. They danced together as they had so many times before when they were younger. But now, it seemed, although their bodies weren’t as agile as they’d been, they were connecting at a deeper level than, in their youth, they’d ever dreamed existed. With intuitive certainty they sensed each others passion rising and quickened their. She searched me out when she moved back to the area and of which, we are now in our late 40s. She was still as hot as ever and was curious to see if her student had learned anything new. Well....THIS time....I turned HER out. I showed her what sex could REALLY be. She assured me with no DOUBT that I was going to get whatever I wanted...she just needed me to "fuck her MIND FIRST". And let me tell you, mind fucking a woman with a high sex drive, who doesn't want you to give her retreaded parts of. By the time I got thier, it looked like a tornado have gone through the street. If thier was a fight it had obviously involved more than five people(she wasn't the only one with some kind of minor injury). I got out of my truck and heard "hey thiers my peeping tom". I saw her sitting on the crub with bleeding knockles. I went over to her ready to help her up, when all the sudden some shithead yelled "Look at that cunt". I looked back and say it was a punk with a 3-foot mohawk. I guess he was.