“There you are, darling,” came a very upper class voice from behind Nicola. She turned around to see a woman in her mid or late forties smiling.�...Nicola, this is Princess Ayda, one of my father’s wives,” said Sharifa.“How do you do?” said Nicola. She was about to curtsey when Princess Ayda put her hand out. “Oh, we don’t have any of that here,” chuckled Princess Ayda, “We’ve been dying to meet you ever since we learned Sharifa was bringing a friend from Oxford. Perhaps you would honour me by. He was 35 about 6 feet tall with just a bit of extra around the middle but nothing much,,just a bit of padding.He had brown hair,blue eyes,and always thought of himself as not bad looking but knew he was no Tom Cruise or Harrison Ford.That was ok with him because he thought that looking like that seemed to have more troubles then it was worth.He was never married,had no kids and just a few friends but they were close friends.He had a very good job and all that came with that,a nice house,car. Sure enough, the first wave of storm clouds cut them off way before they reached the barn with a heavy downpour that never let up for hours.Cheyenne kept running hard through the puddles of water and sloppy mud as the others slowed to a gallop on the slippery trail.Eli threw his arms back, laughing wildly as Cheyenne raced toward the barn in the heavy downpour. Raindrops were pelting his naked upper body so hard it felt as if his skin was being blistered with each drop. He was laughing at his. Nielaisin sulaneen j??tel?n ja tarrasinnaiseen uudestaan kiinni, antaen toiselle n?nnille saman j??t?v?nkovettavan k?sittelyn. Pieni noro karkasi suupielest?ni, vatsaa pitkinhitaasti valuen. Seurasin vanaa kielell?ni, ihon tarkkaan puhtaaksiputsaten. Lipaisin huuliani p??ni vaipuessa alasp?in, l?hestyess?nitoisia lihaisia huulosia.*kops* p??ni kolahti kipe?sti p?yt??n. Bimbo ei ollut malttanut pysy?paikallaan penkill??n, kiemurrellessaan kieleni kiusoittelussa, s?v?ht?enkosketusta ja kutisten.