John Black's mouth lay wide open against his chest as he gawked at the blonde goddess that had taken up residence in his tub. Taking a moment to shake his head, he rubbed his eyes, sure that this as nothing more than another of his drunken visions. Turning to look in the mirror, he quickly …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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