Sixty year-old muscular legs
This clip begins with me, lying on my back on my living room couch, listening to fabulous acoustic guitar music, all the while making my shredded calves do all sorts of wonderful things. The definition in my legs is mind-blowing, if I do say it myself! (It's too good not to show again, so we do!) Then an abrupt scene change, and you see my left leg on the floor, with the calf clenching up into a ball. Another scene change, and you see me, rubbing my bare legs together, running the sole of one foot up my leg, then out come the black leather ankle boots! You should see the way my muscular legs flex and bulge as I put them on and press hard on my couch to put on a flexing show. For a sixty year-old, you'll have to admit my legs are very, very nice—and I don't mean just my calves—I mean my quads and my hamstrings, too. This you shall appreciate as you watch this clip. When I stand, you shall see the exquisite proportions I still possess, and finely-developed muscles acquired over the course of six decades of hard, strenuous exercise—weightlifting included, of course. Watch, mouth agape, as muscle and sinew move enchantingly before your eyes. Contemplate what you have to look forward to as your wife or girlfriend ages, as I twirl and show off in my foyer as the early Sunday morning light pours in, bathing my sexy legs! Watch the muscles in my calves go up into hard balls and listen to the haunting music. See the heavy veins running up my ankles and continuing up my shins and think what it would be like to lay with a woman like me.