“Hello, Agnes.” Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. He was shirtless. Her hands were soiled w...
Night was just beginning to envelope the land as he set fourth. A gentle breeze rolled in from the south, rustling the underbrush and carrying with it a thousand fascinating scents. He breathed deep, relishing the bouquet of flowers, fruits, a thousand wi...
Somebody is burning the wood Flames arising and being lost as fumes Your hand all over me making me feel good In our churning bodies our love resumes.Naked as we are, giggling in fun Oil and cream, rubbing and joy Bright sky, cool water and scorching sun...
