La motocyclette.

Naked Under Leather.

Girl On A Motorcycle.

A black leather bodysuit struggling to contain its luscious cargo.

Lithe but strong thighs astride the chassis to tame a powerful machine.

Flaming tresses blown by the wind.

A fantasy for successive generations of teenage boys and their fathers…

Ah.

Right you are, then.

Now I know what Mr. O’Dowd meant when he said he’d rather have a cup of tea.