She'd been on the plane for so long - too long in fact. Her shoes were abandoned on the ground and her overcoat was rolled up in the seat next to her to be used as a pillow. She leaned forward, eyes roving over the landscape, searching for the familiar sight, the one thing she needed to see. She didn't realize she'd been holding her breath all this time.
I didn't think he would break first, but there he was, shoulders shaking against the wall as he silently sobbed. I took a deep breath, straightening my back. It seemed that I would need to get out of this ordeal with my own strength and will.
Premières images d'un petit shooting avec la belle Emy, rencontrée pour des photos de mode en 2011 et retrouvée avec plaisir pour des image...