I felt very bad for her. She was such a nice lady.I patted her back softly and she stayed in my arms not breaking the hug. I kept moving my hand on he... back. I could feel her holding me more firmly. As I felt her in my arms. I realized my feelings towards her started to change from emotional to sensual. The nice smell of her hairs and body aroused me.As I felt the heat of her body with my full senses every pore of my body was getting awakened in lust. I was getting turned on. Her open soft arms. He removed his robe, naked himself now, and knelt beside her. There he positioned the covered tray within easy reach and gently peeled back the scarf to reveal its contents. On the tray, there were a variety of brushes, from a large round powder brush to the smallest feather thin sable-hair artist’s brush. Lying next to the brushes was a small folded oriental fan. Just behind the brushes on the tray were 4 small crystal bowls. The bowl to the far left contained several melting ice cubes,. The left side saddlebag produced the bike's title and registration and, surprisingly, a sheaf of paperwork from Eastside Harley Davidson in Bellevue, Washington. I had a 2011 Road King with an optional rear luggage rack. The invoice said it was Merlot Sunglo and Vivid Black, but it looked more like a rich brown and deep black color combination to me. Cooper James bought it off the showroom floor five days ago, and now I figured that made it mine.The right side saddlebag held 4 cans of Mountain. After all, it wasn't like he was in a dress or wearing lipstick or makeup or anything. Or so he though. As it wasn't until a friend of his, when he told him about it, explicitly told him why. 'Just because you're not dressing like a girl' doesn't mean you don't look girlish. It's something you're going to deal with', he was told.Regardless of knowing this new vital information to make things better by correcting people when they refer to him as a girl, he just went along with it. Not simply.