Kayla was sweaty after having ran twenty minutes from her house on the other side of the bay. She wore a tight pair of grey leggings which perfectly c...mplimented her slim physique. In hindsight, Kayla regretted not wearing her usual pink sports-bra for running (she had noticed a considerable amount of boob "bouncing" as she ran), on this ocassion she had adopted a black lace bra (which she had deemed to be more appropriate for the sleepover) and a loosely fitting crop top to cover. She had long. " Designers are experts in taste, the "they" we hear so much about. They determine what clothes I should wear, and they reserve the right to change their mind depending on what they had for lunch. In the mall, some women are so fashionable that it's hard to tell the dummies from the mannequins. It makes me long for the return of the fig leaf.Even if you have admissible clothes, they still have to match, which poses a major problem for men. For a man, if the stripe on his tube sock is the same. . . eat?’ Your sentence hangs for a moment in delectable innuendo. Then you indicate the table. ‘Where’s Travis?’ ‘He’s sleeping at Grandad’s tonight.’ I move to you and grab your waist. You yield yourself to my grasp and I pull your lips to my mouth. You accept my probing tongue. We kiss long, wet and passionately. I grind my hips into you and your pelvis meets my yearning embrace. But when you finish your appetizer, you back out of my arms. ‘Save some for dessert,’ you say firmly. ‘Okay,’ I. My Birthday was on the Thursday and Jane said make sure you are finished by 8 cos my surprise was coming then, I thought she must have got some friends and family round and all going to sing happy Birthday! Well she didn’t.i was sat in my room all alone feeling a little down cos I was 50 and missing Jane. Well what happened next made every birthday and Xmas all rolled into 1. Jane FaceTimed me and sang happy Birthday to me and she was in my bedroom all dressed up and looking sexy, I said well.