The sun shone, the cinder path beside the river was dry and devoid of puddles. Sexvideo “My dear Miss Loveridge may I assure you that I have no such thoughts,” I replied. She nodded “For myself I seek a manly man, a stallion, a real man, someone to sweep me off my feet whenever he feels the inclination, certainly not some perfumed ponce who ravishes chamber maids all week and serves his wife only on a Saturday eve as gentemen seem wont to do.”
“Dear lord what frankness,” I exclaimed, “I own I am quite shocked!”
“My mother grew up in a ginnel with nine sisters and no father most of the time,” Miss Loveridge explained, “She warned me about mens’ base desires how she had




















