Still kneeling, I lifted his T-shirt, which clung tightly to his frame, revealing the trail of hairs from his chest to his belly-button; such a lovely belly-button too, evenly-formed and hollow, so I could slip my tongue into it, tasting his intimate saltiness. Xxx video cycling shorts……. “Of course,” I replied, looking up at him over the top of my glasses. He stood back from me and grinned,
“Well, what did you expect,” he snorted, “grey flannel under-drawers?”
He kicked-off his shoes, dropped his trousers and stepped out of them, a vision before me in lean, muscular grey, black and white lycra. I like my independence.” He blinked, “and you, what about you?”
“There was but not any more,” I replied, perhaps a little more truthfully than he had done.
