To say I love a certain part of Kate Beckinsale more than any other part, well, that’s like asking a father to decide amongst his children who he loves more. And while I do fully intend to do that someday, I can not so easily divvy up perfection into lesser or greater buckets. But… those legs. Those veteran hottie mommy legs that Kate brings out each summer in shorts and short skirts.
Well, if I had to be trapped in a trunk with Kate during a staged kidnapping that was merely designed by me to get locked in a trunk with Kate, well, I wouldn’t complain if we were tied up together with our bodies inverted head to toe. All I would need to do is convince Kate that we ought not making any loud noises and that I have no idea what it is in the dark trunk that keeps licking her calves. I think I could pull this off, I have imagined it many many times. Enjoy.