Chapter 530 The Bicyclist>3

Katrina, on the other hand, was practically naked as she walked away from me wearing only her form-fitting top. Her ass and her legs up to her mid-back were poetry on display as she walked, seemingly without stepping, gliding away. They both entered the house and disappeared from my sight. "Whew!" I thought to myself. What's going on? Whatever it was, it was astonishing. I busied myself with stacking some of the remaining dishes and sat back down to finish my glass of wine. I poured the remainder of the bottle into my glass and leaned back on my chair to enjoy the warmth and light of the remainder of the day.