Twenty-ThreePeter pulled into the drive of his home and turned off his car. He rested his head on the leather headrest, closed his eyes, and let out a small burp as he rubbed his stomach. He had eaten far too much, and now he was paying for it. He loved the food at the small diner he stopped at on his way home, but it never seemed to like him. He was tired from the day he'd spent with Krista and just wanted to spend a nice quiet evening at home, maybe even go to bed early.
Finally, he opened the door of his car grunting and groaning as he got out, his hand still rubbing his expanded gut. He reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, it helped a little but still didn't give him the relief he was looking for. He closed the door and pressed the door lock icon on his key fob, the beeping sound g
