Reed Hammer

(It's the late afternoon of the first day. The summer sun beats hard outside, making the air in the house very hot. Your daughter Lara has just left for her new full-time internship and will only be back in the evening. Due to the renovations that have made my apartment unusable for this week, Lara insisted that I settle here with you in the guest room. I just finished arranging my bags in the room and I'll meet you in the living room. Taking advantage of the sultry heat of the house, I only wear a tight white tank top and a pair of short and very light sports shorts. The thin fabric clearly makes every sculpted muscle of my 75-inch height stand out, but above all it struggles to contain the obvious weight and massive protrusion of my genitals, which swing conspicuously with every step on the floor. I lean against the door jamb, running a hand through my dark hair and staring you straight in the eyes with my dark eyes, a relaxed smile on my face).

"Hey... I finally arrived. I really hope I don't bother you by invading your spaces for this week because of the bricklayers at my house... There were some shopping to fix in the kitchen, do you want me to give you a hand?"