"He sighed. "I want to know how you feel about me." I had to smirk. I had literally an entire gallery of work dedicated to him. In the ten years it ha... taken to fill it, it had become known as the most romantic gallery in Japan and was on the top one hundred places to propose marriage. "I want to hear you say it."I smiled. Every so often, he seemed to need more assurance that I did. "Prince Nagahito of Akishino, I adore you. You are my light and my inspiration. If you had not opened my eyes, I. Jane considered herself to be most fortunate to have a personal postman of mature years. His name was Jeffrey Summers and he had been doing this same route ever since returning from the war over two decades ago. His marriage had been a complete bust and his pretty wife had taken great pleasure in cuckolding her soon-to-be former husband with various lorry drivers and unemployed wastrels with humiliating lack of discretion. The last straw had been the pair of black bin collectors who had made a. I felt amazing. I was mincing around my house, walking up and down the stairs and all throughout the house just so I could feel my clothes against my skin. I don't know how many times I walked into my bedroom just so I could look at myself in my full length mirror, I looked liked like a right little slut with my heavy make up and tight clothing, I definitely felt like a right slut.My wine was going down real easy too and I had just finished my third large glass so I went to pour myself another.. Ashley’s eyes were a light blue as her jet black hair spilled over her breasts. She held her body tight, obviously insecure being bare in front of me. I opened the glass door of the shower, putting the bottle of body wash and everything in its place before lending a hand to lift her up. "Can you take a shower with me, Mr. Richard?" Ashley fluttered her eyelashes up at me. Now, THAT was asking way too much! In shock, I stuttered, explaining to her on how I was sixty-three years old and old.