Then he would stop, and resume reading his book
. .
. Something between them had snapped and, like that party night so many years before, they had discovered each other, a loving kiss deepening, holding hands caressing, an evening of love becoming an evening of lust.
Then he would stop, and resume reading his book
. .
. Something between them had snapped and, like that party night so many years before, they had discovered each other, a loving kiss deepening, holding hands caressing, an evening of love becoming an evening of lust.
Then he would stop, and resume reading his book
. .
. Something between them had snapped and, like that party night so many years before, they had discovered each other, a loving kiss deepening, holding hands caressing, an evening of love becoming an evening of lust.
