The sun was edging above the horizon sending a golden shaft across the bed chamber, glinting upon Miss Semley’s forehead and unruly tangle of hair. Xxx She wanted me as much as I wanted her. “Naturally,” I agreed, “Why within a week you shall be poking yourself with a candle or rolling pin for the pleasure it affords.”
“I think not,” she insisted. She stirred, her hand stole between her legs as if exploring, exploring the cavern so recently opened by our union, it pleased her, she moaned softly and the suddenly she was wide awake. “I demand your lips before I place a ring on your finger,” I stated. “Nice, how can it possibly feel nice?,” she asked, but her fingers were busy exploring her innards so recently shorn of her maidenhead and her pleasure was obvious. “I demand your lips before I place a
