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.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Yesterday I was fortunate to get a foto of a 3rd world style of carpooling. I never would have thought a 50cc scooter could handle so much. You can't get much more person per gallon to gas used ratio.