But when he’d picked up some chick at a bar he wouldn’t even talk to me when he got home with her. xxx desi “Can I come and see your house? I mean… I came down with a friend.”
He looked at me inquirin’ly. Just an old house.”
“Cool.” I thought for a bit. You are so fuckin’ hot.”
“Me? I had a huge fuckin’ fatty under the stretchy blue lycra of my Speedos. His mouth was on mine. Every metre along the way I was conscious of his body, of the slight spring in his step as he walked, of his thigh muscles clenchin’ and relaxin’. There’s no easy way to hide a fatty in a pair of speedos. As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw through the open door a bedroom with a big double bed in it, with an old fashioned cupboard and sideboard and mirror and I was suddenly filled with sorrow and longin’. I had a huge fuckin’ fatty under the stretchy blue lycra
