Dear Elizabeth, you cannot know how much joy you bring to my heart…
It is real, Lass…. You are mine as I am yours.
You need to wear less clothing, lass.
You can’t fault me for ensuring it’s in working order… what if I hadn’t used it and from this use it had fallen off?
Every bit of you, Lass, that’s what I want…
His tongue tapped his top lip as he cupper her breast in his hand. “Tis boidhche –beautiful.
Bite me, love.