I know she could have had many younger richer men but as soon as we sat together there was that long forgotten surge of life through my old viens. She knew that she was responsable and did nothing to disillusion me. The age difference seems not to matter. Why should it? I'll try to satisfy her service needs and promise to worship her body with respect and longing glances. We didn't even notice the colour differences: or was that all part of the chemistry? I will still look at other Jags but only to compare unfavorably to my cherrished beauty.
That beauty that I can see would never be reveled by a photo, but can't you all see it in your mind?

(Actually I'm too computer illiterate to find out how to download. Sorry. I'll try again later)