The Duchess's Car Journey

As she slipped her hand, the Duchess was like, oh, my gosh. She slowly opened Belinda's shirt and unclasped her bra. The knee fingers clutched the bare flesh and gently massaged it. I'm imagining it like a gnarled twig around a peach. When it's no white, the wicket witch holds the apple. 100% that's what I'm picturing. No, I just think it's a very long glamorous thin fingers. Boney. That's what he used. You know when your joints get a bit sore? Mm. So I'm imagining that, like a bit of sort of like crooked. Oh. And