Frolics Stories

In Guildford's sweet hills, her grasses I lay. The summer was golden, a beautiful day. I was reading a book that I had not read before. When I first laid my eyes on the lovely Miss Moore. She was wearing a skirt the colour of night, her hair was all flowing, a wonderful sight and when she bent down to lock her car door, I first glanced the calf of the sexy Miss Moore. She lay down close by and unbuttoned her blouse, just...