The feelings he’d had all morning—of remorse for missed conversations, of regret over poorly planned actions—hit again as he glanced up at the b...ilding. He remembered coming here with Maisie on Monday, after she’d admitted to him how she’d made the twins not tell him anything about her. She’d been nervous, and had asked him the same question twice. Then they’d sat on the bench and chatted for what seemed like hours, watching the boats come and go from the harbor. Then he‘d kissed her. He. ‘Fuck this. Quoted for 2 hours work and I’ve done 8 hours on this mess already.’ He sat back, reached for the drawer and began the ancient and ignoble art of rolling yet another cigarette. This done, he made for the outdoors. He would love to smoke inside, but had reluctantly limited his habit to the ‘fresh air’. The sun hit him as he walked outdoors, its effect immediate and striking. Shit, hey? What a roller coaster ride… He was supposed to be thinking through a solution to that bloody. To us it seemed a lot more of hassle against some gain of varied pleasure. We finally proved ourselves to be very wrong. While being naked and fooling around in our almost daily routine; I would push the tip of my uncut penis on her ass hole and make some very cute and subtle remarks about fucking her in the ass. So much so that rarely she would make a mock pleading with me to be the first man to fuck her in the ass and take her cherry. It remained as a joke and nothing ever resulted in. She came out carrying a bag with her wet clothes and dressed in a fairly tight white T-shirt and a little khaki skirt with the park’s logo on it. As she walked toward me, her jiggling tits and pointy nipples told me that she was not wearing a bra. As I stared at them and smiled, she explained that her bra and panties were soaked so she had to put them in the bag with her other clothes. I said “so you’re not wearing anything under that little skirt either??” She blushed and said that she looked.