"You want the green hit?" i asked her, remaining a perfect gentleman
. .
Naked. He realized that his own hands had come to rest on her hips. The chatter of crickets filled the woods, reminding him how alone they were out here
"You want the green hit?" i asked her, remaining a perfect gentleman
. .
Naked. He realized that his own hands had come to rest on her hips. The chatter of crickets filled the woods, reminding him how alone they were out here
"You want the green hit?" i asked her, remaining a perfect gentleman
. .
Naked. He realized that his own hands had come to rest on her hips. The chatter of crickets filled the woods, reminding him how alone they were out here
