Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Stockings!
….No NEED to take them off. The Concierge, downstairs, arguing with his Wife. KIDS outside, yelling-playground, old men, FRENCH, playing Boules. And a midi-apres, afternoon, indiscretion, italiano-permisso, where I can strangle YOU or YOU can strangle ME...wipe the lipstick OFF my mouth. And Leather jacket atop turquoise Negligee, Jockey shorts, what a PAIR...we-d make cruising on the Bois de Boulogne, so piquant, both stockinged to an horizon, mon cheri. Ou son les neige, dantan, that SEX we craved for when we first met!...
c2019,davedelacroix, Cornwall, U.K.
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