So casually, he lumbered over to her.
"Hi," he said, "whatcha doing?"
Startled, the nude woman glared at him for a second, then said; "What the hell does it look like I'm doing? I'm feeling myself off!"
"Well, you don't have to get sore about it. If you want me to leave I will."
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes taking in his complete physical being. Her eyes took in his not too bad-looking face, or so Bob judged himself. Her eyes took in his broad shoulders, narrow waist, strong muscular thighs and legs, and his flat, hard stomach. And with a slight glint of mischievous glee, Bob followed her eyes as they locked onto his seven-and-a-half inch dong.
"No," she answered finally, "you can stay if you wish."
"That's what I thought you would say." Bob moved over to her and seated himse
