‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. He had not remembered her as looking so small. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. He turned me so that he could have a companion in his loneliness. She could feel his penis pressing against her, half-erect under the starched black tuxedo pants. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew.
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