A Bikini for her BirthdayChapter 7 Graphics
I woke the next morning to a coffee being lowered onto my bedside table, by my loving wife. “It’s nearly ten,” she said as she went round to her side, shed her robe and got into bed. “Thanks,” I sat up a bit and took a sip, “I was tired.” “Zanzie certainly knows how to keep you going.” Amanda snuggled up to me. “I kept thinking that was it,” I smiled, putting an arm round her, “then she found something else to do to me... Mandz.” “You can call me ‘Mandz’.” “I thought you didn’t like...