That much I know. Maybe we should leave it there. That’s easy enough to understand.” Béla agreed, more than glad to be off that odd subject. ‘M..., too!’“Next subject: Why did you haul all these guns here?” Béla asked. “We haven’t used hardly any of them, and they’ve been setting here for months!”“That’s because I discovered these darling little explosive gems!” Beth replied, adding a heavy sex flow to her thoughts. “These little blasting caps are so much more erotic, don’t you think?”“Well,. I had been the centre of attention with Simon and a group of guys who all fawned over me, buying my drinks and telling me how fit and sexy I was. Simon smiled as I whispered in his ear “ if only they knew I was once a guy” and let my hand rest on his thigh next to his hard cock. As we kissed in the taxi I stroked his cock and felt how hard he was. It felt quite a large cock and I was looking forward to having it deep inside me.I let him in through the back door and made us a drink from the bar. He only lives two houses away from us.”We shook hands.“Hiya,” he said. Hmmm, a Portuguese bloke trying to imitate an American accent. Sexy and kinda awkward at the same time.“Hey. How is it going with the bike, are you managing?”“Sure, almost done now.”Alright, then.He definitely did not strike me as a motorcycle enthusiast. More like a priest or something.And you know what – half an hour later, when I was on the verge of a micro-orgasm while greedily pushing Rae’s expertly made Eaton Mess into. I took off my shirt and dropped it on top of my pants. I did clumsy 360. After all, what the hell was I supposed to do - strut down a catwalk?"I was afraid of that." She said out loud to no one in particular.She's afraid? She's Afraid? SHE'S AFRAID!?!"What are you afraid of?" I asked with trepidation."That hair. Look at it. You're back looks like shag carpeting. It simply has got to go." What do you mean it has to go?" I didn't like where this was going."I mean, unless you want to look.