Arms

May 03, 2016 1:48pm

Walking with my arms folded, I meet two female acquaintances…

Woman One: “Ooo, Muscles!”
She grabs my right upper-arm and squeezes it.

Woman Two to Woman One: “You know, we’re not supposed to do this. May I?”
She lets her hand slide over my other arm.

Satisfied, they continue on their way…

Arms

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