He had broad shoulders and a heavily-muscled chest.
Yet his waist and his hips were very slim, and he looked like he could crack his spine like a whip.
His thighs were thick, and Michele realized as she began to lower herself to her knees that one of his thighs was bigger around than her tiny waist.
This amused her and she let out a giggle that confused but did not upset the sexually aroused man.
Michele was not concerned with getting grass stains on her knees.
She had plenty of clothes, and they got soiled with her passion all the time, so she didn't worry about it anymore.
Michele had been the kind of a girl to get grass stains on her knees ever since she was eighteen years old.
And that was many years before she met MacIntyre Symms and decided to get married so she could have s**
