Hjalmar

She was wearing a white shirt. The button sat the top of the neck were open, exposing a triangle of skin above her breasts. Her skin was still ivory. One didn´t need to touch it to that it was still warm and smooth...I gave a litlle smil.Oslos måne var så stor så stor att jag förväxlade den med en gatulampa. Vi sög oss höga på violerna och trampa sönder smällebären.