...she smiles as she slides across the warm leather,shuts us in. Whisking thru the trees,arriving at dinner in time for dessert...late again. The day out was just too much, we had to sink into the hottub and soak the sheets. Your massage went way over time,kama sutra kept me keep you Up. Still dressing as we headed out the door, laughing of our next meal before we dine.
Waking quietly, your hands begin a dance round my flesh, touching leading to pulling, lending to pushing muscles round to releif. The gallery will wait til lunch,
brunch begins with a twist;