I believe it because it happened to me.I'm not a photographer. I'm an artist. Well, I want to be an artist. I take my sketchbook everywhere I go and w...hen I get "in the moment," I'm really transported away from where I'm really at to a place somewhere in my head.So I'm sitting in the park -- you know, the one downtown where all the fountains are -- and I'm sketching the statue there in the center of the square, when I notice this -- I don't know, girl, woman, female, whatever. You couldn't NOT. I’d wanted to shag him for ages and He’d already shagged all my mates. They’d all sed he was a horny cunt nd new how to fuck. Often he put his hand up his t-shirt showin his fit toned body or down his trackies grabbin his dick thru his boxers. the best was his arse in them trackies it turned me on like mad. I’d wanted to shag him for ages“You’ve got a proper sexy arse” he said after a bitI was wearin tight black an white striped leggings nd a tight white crop top. I pulled my leggings up tight. She wasn’t really sure why she didn’t want to be seen, but she was very careful about peering out the edge of the window to see if he had lain back down.She was in luck, he had. What’s more he was now rubbing sun oil into his body. Sonia stood transfixed as she watched his hands wander all over his now glistening chest and six pack. To her mind he appeared to be being slightly more thorough than was absolutely necessary, but if she was honest she wasn’t complaining.He now had his eyes closed as. He reached up on to a shelf and got a can of Handi-Wipes down and cleaned his cock and balls with a couple. I reached for one but he held my hand and said “no, let me see.” He sat up, looked down at my butt and spread my cheeks and stared as his baby batter dripped from me. At that, he grabbed a few Handi-Wipes and cleaned me up.We laid in the sleeper and half talked, half dozed for a couple of hours. He told me of his frustration in scoring and even making contact with the fags who were.