His body was not immediately toned, but he was not out of shape. He had pecs and strong biceps, and a strong torso, all covered in a light covering of...fur. He had tattoos down both arms: relics of a mis-spent youth. He loved his tatts, and so did Anne, but he was a little ashamed of his huge tribal effort that covered his entire left arm. u*********sly Jon ran his hand down the entire length of his tattoo. He thought about his wife out there in the heat and imagined her sweat running down her. She laid back, and left the covers off. She looked down at her pale legs, which she hated. She thought her legs were fat, just like her ass, and most of the rest of her. Emily’s self-image was distorted, by constant bombardment in advertising, film, and other popular media. Thin was sexy, fat was not. She was envious of girls like Sierra and Amy, and secretly enjoyed knowing at least she wasn’t as big as Tawny. She’d never voice that out loud of course, she loved all her friends. Well, maybe. I first looked right and found it vacant. Next, I looked left and saw a man jacking off. When I looked closer I saw that the man was at least 70 years old, which completely offended my 16 year old libido. It also caused my boner to go quite limp. It wasn't limp for long however. My young body and obvious tented shorts must have caught some ones attention because I soon heard footsteps moving down the stalls. I just caught a glimpse of this deep blue eye as it briefly looked into the crack of my. ‘Good morning Mrs King. Mrs King pouted and said, ‘I’m not moving from her until you revert to calling me Arlene.’ Radford jumped out smiling. ‘Come around Arlene and I’ll hold your door open for you.’ ‘Thank you. Could you please remove your suit jacket and tie and toss them in the back seat. I wish our relationship to be informal.’ ‘As you wish. You look lovely.’ ‘Oh thanks. Spring is in the air and I felt the need to dress lighter. You may notice my legs look rather good, or so I’m told.’.