Hope had long since vanished. I gently stroked his red, erect penis. I also tried using my fingertips, which were moistened to a silky consistency thanks to the body cream. Like shifting the clutch in a new car, the initial movement was quick, but I made slow movements, never letting the tension drop. In the second half, the feelings I had at that time and the scenes I thought I remembered faded away in an instant, like cotton candy dissolving in water...