Plumber's Crack 3

James seemed like a capable plumber. When I opened the door his six feet had towered over my five, his hairy paw engulfing my soft hand in a firm handshake. He winked at me and said 'g'day chief,' and stepped right past me into my house without an invitation. As he bent over my toilet my eyes traced his meaty calves, his enormous muscly thighs tensed up in a squat, and the top of his hairy plumber's crack peeking out from his tiny shorts. He absent-mindedly scratched his rotund cheeks through the fabric, and I thought I heard something like a muffled cry.

He turned back and looked at me with a cheeky grin. 'This might be one for my partner,' he said. I was annoyed - I had wanted this to be quick, and there had been no one else in the van. I didn't want him to have to call someone else in.
He must have noticed my look of consternation because he chuckled and said: 'don't worry, I've got him right here.' Shifting all his weight on one leg like he was about to rip a massive fart, he stretched his arm down the back of his pants and from his crack retrieved a tiny man, roughly two inches tall. Sitting on the plumbers hand he was butt naked and covered in ass sweat, and James gently used his thick forefinger and thumb to pluck a few colossal ass hairs from his partner's skin. He gave him a noogie with just one hairy knuckle.