There is no breeze, just sweat. Clothing is minimal. In shorts and thongs I ambled home from the pub. After a few hours respite in the air-con with a ...ouple of beers, I was now perspiring and my head began to throb. Down the road I could hear rock music coming out of an old Federation house, so I crossed over to avoid the din. ‘Don’t you like our music?’ I heard some one call out. ‘Ah, its alright. I’ve just got a headache.’ ‘Well, I’ve got an aspirin.’ The music was turned down and I could. What's up?" I want to take you shopping."June cocked an eyebrow at her before fully understanding her intentions. She could see him mulling it over and took the chance to gently lather his nethers.She rubbed and lathered him soapy and clean as he leaned an arm against the tiled wall. She took languid strokes before she stopped, still awaiting an answer."We can leave from my place and go late. It will be fun." She glazed her words in seduction and slipped behind June to ease him into the direct. She sat on the bike and as the bike caught up speed she put her hands around my waist. I did not mind as I was away from my home town.She caught me tightly as if we were already in an affair. Her boobs were pressing hard against my back. Her thighs were around my legs tight and her head resting on my shoulder. She seemed to be a bit tired by travelling. We reached to my flat in half an hour. I offered her some water and asked her to relax. After freshening up I sat next to her on the sofa, my. And of course, that little voice I mentioned earlier again had to get involved. “Take your phone with you to the bathroom too!” the voice said. “Then make sure she hears the elastic of your boxers coming off of you. But tell ya what, don’t make the peeing noise too loud, you don’t want to gross her out.” This time, I had to concede, that little voice was being helpful.So, I did it. I kept the phone in my hand as I walked to my bathroom. In my case, with the old house and wood floors, my.