I was buzzin’ from a really good night out and the sight of these lads in their trackies and hooded tops had me springin’ a rock-hard boner in an ...nstant! ‘ ‘Ere,mate you gotta spare fag on ya?’ This from a totally hot k** about 17/18 years old,a right cocky looking fucker! I looked over at him and shook me head,’Nah,pal,aint got enough ta go passing’ ’em around,ok?’ The k** sneered at me and winked at his mates,’Listen,ya tosser,I aint askin’ I’m fuckin’ tellin’ ya,gimme a fuckin’ fag or I’ll. But I placed my Carte Blanche card in her hot little hand. Her fingers were hot enough that I expected a permanent warp.The card was laid on the machine, the bill for each suit was placed on top and the roller imprinter embossed the carbon-copies and original. I signed. The collector of monies (shop clerk ... probably ... but then again ... it IS Savile Row ... so shop clerk seems 'cheap.') called in the sale and received a confirmation number. He had to call in for each suit ... one at a time. Slowly as she watched Hawk who cradled the rifle in his arms she undid the buttons on her shirt which she gracefully allowed to slip from her body so that her linen shift barely covered her ample breasts. Connie left it there though she unbuttoned the cloth so that the young man of twenty-one could see the breasts peak from beneath the cloth. Kicking off her shoes she pulled off her khaki pantaloons leaving her in her linen underclothes. Gingerly she stepped into the pool and was satisfied it. She was sitting in the middle of the bed. As I closed the door, she untied the belt on her robe and it fell to the bed. "My god you are so sexy" I whispered. "Strip for me" she demanded. "I want to see you naked" When she saw me without my shirt for the first time, she gasped. "Wow uncle Jake, you are so muscular...and tattoos" She scooted closer to inspect each of the 3 tattoos I have on each arm. "Wow, that's great work" she mused. Then she saw the 4 inch round scar tissue on my left.