She let him take off her skirt as she ritualistically removed his jeans along with his boxers. E. Hollo rumbled in his throat. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. To-night she could have hugged both the old maids. ‘You’re either mad, or in love.
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