lanky dark haired nude

I took a seat on the mossy boulder and raised the lenses. With a glimpse of Carol, a friend of Kevin’s wife, a lanky dark haired nude woman pushing her sandals under a wooden bench, I felt a shudder through my heart. I scanned the whole tent. “Are they all . . . ?” I started to ask.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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