Why are you asking? ‘I’ve been employed to find a David Laurence who lived in Kingsbury during the late sixties. I’m hoping that you’re the ma... I’m looking for.’ ‘I’d be silly to either confirm or deny if I’m the man whom you’re looking for, when I have no idea what this is all about.’ ‘Aye, now, there we both have a problem. You see I don’t know what this is about either. I was just employed to try and find, well, you actually. My clients want me to find the answers to three questions. First. .. Well, to start with, all little things going on in our mind, little things like me wondering what is she really thinking now getting all the attention, how is she feeling between her legs now that she is clearly dropping not only clothes but also limiting thought and borders... And she thinks the same of me... She fired a lot of questions in my direction since for me it was not the first time I spend time in a naturist resort. I was in France a few times several years ago so she wondered. I gave her the key to my apartment and told her I would be waiting for her out on the balcony in the hot tub. I got in the water and lit up a cigarette and smoked while sipping my scotch letting all the worries of a long day slip from me as the hot water relaxed me. As I had been sitting there in the hot tub I must have dozed off a little cause I woke to Alexis kissing me from la la land. She was just about to get in the tub when i asked her if she had gotten herself a drink on the way out to. Once I had discarded my clothing, she pushed me to the bed and straddled my shoulders with her legs. There in front of me was the same rear end I had viewed from my window, but now six inches from my face. What the hell I thought I will give anything a go, and one pussy is the same as another. So I reached up and drew her rear end down. This woman was a user of perfume, not the strong heady type that lingers in the air for hours like a disinfectant, but the soft subtle aroma. The type of.