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, September 26, 2011
My love of bettles is 1 of the many things I have inherited from my father. Beautiful and simple, the people's car. Here are few fotos of a very nice split oval that I stumbled passed the other day.