He was lying supine on top of the bedspread. He smiled at her lazily. She loved his legs, the rough texture and the contours of the muscles in his thighs. She especially loved the tangled what's-it at the top of his legs. And how it could grow and grow, to maybe four times it's original size. To something straight and hard, pointing up to the firm, carved torso. Masculine patterned hair, coarse to her hand. So she could s...

"Oh!" he said when he walked in the front door. "Oh, hey!" he said delightedly as he surveyed her naked self. She grinned enticingly. "Come out back. I've built something." "Built something?" "Yeah. Come on." She took him by the hand and led him to the back door of their charming vacation digs. The back garden was enclosed in a head high brick wall and was very private. There were rose bushes in bloom at the foot of the w...