This is a true memory, or at least as close as I remember, of one dogging experience I had about 13 years ago. Give or take a year. I worked for a company in Caerphilly at the time, and after a particularly stressful morning, I intended to take a long lunch to drive to a small country parking area I sometimes used to eat on a bench there. Being a warm South Wales June afternoon, I set off in my usual work clothes, chino trousers and cotton shirt, rolling up the sleeves to expose some skin to the touch the afternoons warm breeze. During the short drive, armed with sandwich and chilled sparkin… Pročitajte više