I squeezed his chest. XXX The bench was fortunately shaded
by a large birch tree. My wife was just as painfully slow to get ready as I
had feared. I pressed my hand against his bare
lower back and made a slow rotating motion on it. Are you… I have no idea. The sun was shining and the day was warm. I looked
at my phone and thought I might miss the park at half past four. I was distraught, wondering how I had gotten into such a
situation. It was a good
excuse: going to a bar can sometimes take longer than planned. Aren’t you supposed to be at the bar?” He asked. I moved my hand
first to his side and from there slowly to his stomach. It was the kind of hypermarket
where you could find everything you needed in your life.




















