Sunday, 16 December 2012

The dance

On the way to the pub from David's place is a shop selling all kinds of sexy stuff for guys. They had these Speedos in the window and we stopped on three different occasions whilst he admired them. So I bought them for him. He was so appreciative that I'd want to do that for him.

So yesterday afternoon we'd had a few at the pub and all and he decides to show them off. On the coffee table. With music. Apparently he used to choreography dancing. I can't dance, told him, even if I'm drunk. He really enjoys it though. 

Um, the red line's nature in the centre became obvious the other night......... BTW these are only off my crappy phone. Used with permission, just silly phone shots nothing of his face.