How dense a day 5
But the day must be faced and we prepare to face it together. It's a longish walk to the station we use to go to London and a pleasant day for it. We walk and talk and she occasionally lets her hand fondle my bottom. I love being felt up but have a horror of being seen or offending people. She just doesn't give a f**k. As she says, when will you see these people again? A fair point but i can't cope and so I'm forever begging her to quit it. But wishing she'd do it more obviously. We get to town and enjoy a lovely breakfast - well mine was lovely her eggs overdone and salmon scrimped. The market yields its usual bounties and before long we're heading back to hers on the train. She carries nothing and i carry all - a back pack and two shopping bags wrapped around my wrists. I sometimes lead in hopes she'll take advantages. Sometimes i follow, watching her bottom and thinking on when i will kiss it again. The weight of the shopping bags leave marks on my wris...