When she came from the toilet he was standing on the bed, just wearing his tie. It hung long and pointed to his dick.
His skin was brown and the tie was his favourite very elegant one, light blue with a small race horse pattern. He held the remote control in his hands and pretended it was a microphone.
He sang a Beatles song, ‚I want to hold your haaaand...’
She was amazed how badly he sang.
Are we here to hold hands? She asked him with amusement.
Let’s make love, just stop with this awful noise you’re making!
He jumped from the bed towards her and all of a sudden they were rolling on the floor.