If I’m guessing right, he is looking down my blouse at my beautiful 36 C’s right now. “That seems good. Stand up now and drop your shorts if yo... would, just one more thing to take a look at,” I say nonchalantly, or at least attempting to do so. “You want me to just take off my shorts?” the puzzled man asks. Gathering himself he continues, “I assume I leave my boxer briefs on right?” “Yes, that’s right.” I wonder if he can hear my heart pounding. The sound has filled my ears and it’s hard to. Singh about visualizing the fight, things going on in my life and about my meditation.The evening was a ball buster and had me tired as hell. I was just as tired as my day hiking in the heat. I wasn’t that beat when I got home to not eat another big meal before I went up to bed.I called Bob’s office early in the morning and was able to get an appointment to see him in the afternoon. Getting my normal chores done, I went over my poem to make sure it was what I wanted.The trip to Bob’s office was. It was a lovely morning, every available hand in house and farm was sent off to scatter the hay which on the previous night had been heaped up, Mrs. Pender excepted, whose dairy duty kept her at the farm. I caught her in the cow-house to her astonishment, for k could not have been more than six A.M. To rush up to her, and kiss her was instantaneous. She repulsed my wandering hands. “Oh I sir, don’t now, — no never, never again (married women always say that), Missus will be coming, no never, —. I was going to get to see him in his boxers. My heart raced with anticipation as I watched him take his shirt off. His wifebeater was tight on his chest and I could make out a 6-pack. He put his gym shirt on and the moment I was waiting for was coming next. My friend Joshua was saying something to me, but I was tuning him out. The blonde boy unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to his ankles. I was in heaven, watching this semi-naked boy who I knew nothing about, except that I wanted him,.