If you still need them, that is."The press of humanity grew as they approached the center of the village, but here was none of the crying for alms, th... shrill hawking of wares, and the silent presence of naked slaves that they had seen in Talai. The crowd was made up of individuals who knew what they were doing, who had no attention to spare for lesser matters. At last the clustered buildings gave way to an open area. In the center, seated on a heap of rubble that looked suspiciously like it. I quickly got ready, got on my Harley, and headed to her house. When I arrived, she was sitting on her porch with a beer. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a New Orleans Saint’s Jersey. As I walked up, I noticed how tanned her beautiful legs were. I am definitely an ass and leg man. She stood up from her chair and wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on her tiptoes and gave me as sensual a kiss that I think I have ever had. No words were ever spoken, and she took my hand and. In the afternoon I would crunch on her bowls of nuts: walnuts, pecans, pine nuts. In the evenings I would watch tv spooning Haagen-Dazs ice cream into my mouth.Sometimes I would remove one of the many wines on the wine racks and open it, drinking from the bottle as I watched tv. It usually got me tipsy and feeling drowsy. I would stumble to her bedroom in my tee-shirt and panties and flop on her bed. Then before succumbing to sleep I would begin humping my hand, and in no time, I would slip it. In my imagination I’d always assumed, if I got the chance, I would have done it with the lights off and not in a brightly lit gym. My hesitation was fleeting as I grasped her shorts and pushed them down over her ass, pressing my fingers into the bare flesh of her arse. She moaned as I squeezed her cheeks together, her fingernails raking my chest just below my nipple as she arched her back and pushed herself upwards. Her shorts, being tightly wrapped around her thighs caused her to topple of my.