Group Loving Motorcycle Babes

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Drying themselves with huge fluffy towels they stepped into the oversized bedroom. Red dominated. Red textured wallpaper. Red shades on the lamps and the love seat and dressing-table chair. A crystal chandelier hung from the gilded ceiling. The chandelier had been a terrible extravagance but one which gave Jack and Marcia a sense of wild sexual sin. It had been rescued from the estate of a long-deceased San Francisco madam and at one time had been converted from gas to electricity. At exorbitant expense. Jack Kimble had converted it back and connected it to the gas-supply of the big house. When lighted, the rose-colored chimneys of the gas jets cast i myriad of reflections in the many-sided crystals. Now going naked to the oaken wardrobe on the north wall, he paused to look through the full length window which overlooked the rear yard of the Lansing place.

© 2018 Monte Carlo Turing Publishing, Inc. (E-bok): 9781508062035

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E-bok: 19. januar 2018