I took my mother to St George's hospital to see a specialist. She had some tests done, we were going in for the results. It was a sunny day, blue sky, hot sun.
There is a new building being built on the old car park, next to the main building. It looks like it has not long been started. As we walked from the new, dirt car park to the specialists rooms, the burly, blond, shirtless builder, on the first level of scaffolding, dressed only in white shorts, squatted down to take something out of the hot young, shirtless, wog-boy apprentice's hand. Burly blond's baggy shorts leg opened right up to show his bulging red jocks, at eye height, just as we passed by.
Mum was looking up at the near by tree wondering what type it was.
Burly blond might as well have just taken his shorts right off. Nice thick, muscular legs, well hung. The wide leg of his shorts just opend right up with the way he was crouching.
I think that might be a blah blah tree, said Lottie. You don't see one of those every day.
Fuck me! I said. You don't see one of those every day! I couldn't help it. The man's jocks were really packed, bulging, straining to contain his big sausage. Nothing left to the imagination. He was tanned, muscled and sweating.
What darling, mum asked?
We walked by. He grabbed the implement from the young hotties hands and stood up.
It's a great tree, mum, I said. A great tree.
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