Between mentally undressing the ladies I would wonder what size cocks the guys were sporting. When I guy did weighted deep knee bends I would imagine...them doing the exercises naked, their cock and balls swinging under them in time with their movements. My mind's eye watching the lips of a lady's pussy opening and closing in time with her knees flexing.About six months into my new exercise program I noticed two teams of guys playing basketball every Saturday. My mind began to zero in on the. I then through on a red sweater over my tank top and that was that. It was the make up and hair part that I was worried about. I have never done anything with my hair beyond throwing it up into a ponytail behind my head. As for makeup, well, I was never really one to wear makeup. Then don’t wear makeup, I thought to myself. But I want him to like me, I argued back. If he doesn’t like you for who you are, I thought again, then he is not worth it. So I decided against make up. I would rather not. Drake thought perhaps he had offended Billy and that he was going to walk out of the attic, but he stopped when he approached the doorway and reached up to the top of the frame. He heard a soft click behind him and when he turned he was astonished to see that a doorway had opened on the side wall. ‘Don’t tell Ginny, because she would have my hide, but take a look in there.’ Drake cautiously entered the small room and peered around. Billy entered behind him and holding their lanterns high, he. She was behind me instantly, rubbing my arse in a too familiar way."What did you do that for?" I accused her."You're hurt." Of course I am," I said. "You would be too, if you dropped from a tree." No," she said. "Your stab wound."I must have turned four shades of red. She held the cheeks of my bum open and was staring at my arse hole."That's my arsehole, silly." Was it possible she could be that naive.She pressed a finger lightly against it. "It doesn't hurt?"It didn't hurt. As a matter of fact.