The doorbell rings, a sly smile appears over Jody’s face as she pulls her dressing gown on. She trots down the stairs after a final check to see everything is in place. Before open the door she scrutinises her appearance in the mirror, her bunches and makeup look good, then with nerves rushing through every inch of her body, steels herself before opening the door to a smiling Anthony. Jody drinks in the vision in front of her; he is a tall, ruggedly handsome gent in his mid forties, with dark hair shaved close to his scalp, dark sparkling eyes and a smile to melt icebergs. He is clothed 続きを読む
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The doorbell rings, a sly smile appears over Jody’s face as she pulls her dressing gown on. She trots down the stairs after a final check to see everything is in place. Before open the door she scrutinises her appearance in the mirror, her bunches and makeup look good, then with nerves rushing through every inch of her body, steels herself before opening the door to a smiling Anthony. Jody drinks in the vision in front of her; he is a tall, ruggedly handsome gent in his mid forties, with dark hair shaved close to his scalp, dark sparkling eyes and a smile to melt icebergs. He is clothed i 続きを読む