
Andrew and Kit Morrison lived in a modest six-bedroom detached house on the southern side of the village. Its gardens, a small acreage, were surrounded by their own high walls providing the couple with security and privacy. But who wants privacy when lust takes over you in the middle of a dinner party that you organized? Who cares if those old men with money get impressed with something as normal as the maximum expression of love. I do. I care. I don't want to be seen, but I don't want to stop, either. What will the neighbors think? Authorâs note: This novel contains explicit and steamy sex scenes that may not be for you. It is intended for mature listeners only.
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