"I know that your boyfriend, Tony, is about my size, and I was wondering if you could pop home and get some of his clothes for me. Just as a stop gap, you understand," Mr. Watson replied. "But first, this is terribly rude of me, why don't you stay for a cup of tea?"
"A cup of tea would be lovely, Mr. Watson - or can I call you Ron?"
"Ron would do perfectly," he said, and walked towards the kitchen. As Katy followed she felt something fabric under her feet and looked down. She had trod on the base of Ron's dressing gown. At the same time, she heard a crash and a thump as Ron flew down onto the floor hard, his gown coming off, and resting over his lower legs. "Oh, God, Mr. Watson, I am so sorry," Katy said, looking down at her friend's father's naked arse. It was actually quite shapely. Katy banished those thoughts from her mind - this was Leanne's father. And a father that had not replied. "Ron, Mr. Watson, are you alright?" Katy said, kneeling down next to him. Still no reply. "I'm going to turn you over, to take a look at your head." Katy put her strength into shifting this naked man and turned him over. His head was bleeding a little, and he was breathing. With relief Katy sat up a little and couldn't help herself, but looked at what was in front of her.
Katy took in the hairy chest - Tony was smooth chested, and she had always wondered whether she would like someone more hirsute. And Ron was in good shape for a man in his mid fifties. But it wasn't the chest which Katy stared at most. Ron's penis was huge and his testicles were like golf balls. "If he is like this flaccid, I wonder what size he is erect," she wondered aloud. |