Kate Beckinsale Candid Pictures Leave Me Breathless… Again

My neighbor, Kate, she drives me gaga. Oh, Kate, how my eyes track you picking up the paper each morning. How many orange juice glasses have I dropped ogling you in your skin-tight leggings stretched across your oh, my, my, of a perfect bottom, your thin white tank top forms a poor barrier for the penetrating beam of my imagination sweeping back and forth across your chest like a sexy bomb detector. So intense my affection, I pick up the poop from other people’s dogs on my front lawn in a ruse to get but a bit closer gaze upon your MILFy perfection. Oh, Kate, I’m picking up stranger’s dog’s poop, look what you have done to me. What shall I do? What? Cold shower? Oh, Kate, you’re so sensible!