PETER PETTIGREW: 1 March, 1977
Dear Vi,
Seeing you look up at me from the space between my thighs and grin that wicked grin stirs my loins makes it, I reach down and pet your hair. As you removed your top I noticed that your ti nipples were very hard. Also, they feel funny against my knee. I grasp the back of your head and lean over to kiss you on the mouth, letting my tongue slide between your soft, moist lips.
Your move.
Yours,
PS. Can I have Jude? I want to, erm, teach her some tricks.
Seeing you look up at me from the space between my thighs and grin that wicked grin stirs my loins makes it, I reach down and pet your hair. As you removed your top I noticed that your ti nipples were very hard. Also, they feel funny against my knee. I grasp the back of your head and lean over to kiss you on the mouth, letting my tongue slide between your soft, moist lips.
Your move.
Yours,
PS. Can I have Jude? I want to, erm, teach her some tricks.