Her eyes never once strayed from him as he strode lithely towards the podium but gradually his form was obscured by the crowd. But in the Sicily of classical antiquity he went by a more primordial name; Zeus. xxx She came; holding him close and uttering words that he could never have imagined her saying. She found herself watching him with growing interest as he competed against a strong field of local and international surfers. Slowly she circled his ass with first one, then two fingers teasing and tickling his butt hole. There was poetry in his limbs and the grace of a true athlete in his body as he moved over the surging water, becoming one with the waves. Hmm, feels like my second home.
