| Stepping Out She likes it best when he's fresh from the shower in clean plaid flannel pants with an elastic waist that outlines his backside just enough to give him one with no room for guessing and his pant legs rolling down to his ankles in straight lines leaving much for interpretation. His creamy upper body virtually hairless, except for that trailing down from the navel a man's body unmistakably on which countless occassions she has restedher head and her mind her worries. smoothing his palm across his chest back and forth as if shining a Braeburn for a summer snack. A lazy yawning that his hand keeps inside, a gentle masculine hand with young creases of experience and chronically short nails that never take the time to show thier white crescent tips above the blonde of his knuckles now the only dry patches. A thin arm of recently toned muscle his dimples shoulder the most palpable proof of his play slowly cascades down now to join his other to create a perfect symmetrical picture opening and raising them slightly to protect another body wet just Stepping Out. |