To some I would suspect our romance is not exciting. We are both fifty. I am a married teacher, the lighter red of the two of us, with long red hair, a muscular frame saved from manishness by rather opulent curves that leave me working out constantly to keep fit from drifting to fat. My Lady is of an age and height, but a B cup to my G, in every way the Lady to my peasant farm girl.
The morning grass was still damp but he didnt notice