He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves,
her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it.
He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Monday, March 8, 2010
My fotos don't really do this sport justice. Maybe they can give you some sort of idea how fast these guys and girls were going. Those are my girls up close and personal. Awesome seats.