I’d wave back at him and Karen would drool and mumble. Good times! If I could save a perfect moment and bottle it, I would have saved that one. I’... open the bottle again and drink it if I could. Those moments were so rare back then I doubt I would have ever taken that bottle off the shelf though. I think back on how sexy it was to watch my wife squat for me for an hour and just expose herself in the sun room windows, and it still makes my dick hard as a rock.Once the gardener left, it was a. Even though she was looking forward to her job, the responsibilities of working full-time were still a bit daunting. She parked her car in the lot behind the big brick building that housed the sheriff’s department offices, locked it, then walked inside. The first person she saw was Alex, who was talking with a heavy-set woman sitting at the radio console. He smiled when he saw Lise. ‘Well, don’t you look nice this morning, Lise?’ he said. ‘Ready to get to work?’ Lise felt herself blushing.. The figure in the rain walked barefoot across the muddy grass, moving almost in slow motion, each pace measured and careful. There was mud and grit on the soles of his feet. Good blond hair that was now long enough to tickle his collarbones was plastered flat to his skull by the rain. Loose blue jeans were soaked through, as was the long sleeved white shirt he wore. The water had turned the garment transparent. Cotton clung to the outlines and shapes of the muscles in his chest, his abdomen and. "Thank you, Miss. I do love wearing leather." She paused and allowed me to explore for a moment, before moving to the rack of crops. "Was there a specific length, weight, or flexibility you were looking for?" Well, I want something about eighteen to twenty inches long, medium weight, I should think, and fairly flexible. I guess that would mean a relatively thin crop." Yes, Miss. As well, do you want a loop end, or the more traditional flap?" Oh, definitely the flap."She laid out a selection of.