And not just bodies. Not just any man with any woman. "Alicia," he whispered against my ear. "Yes!" He kissed me deeply without breaking the rhythm o... our bodies. I knew what he had said with that single word of my name, and I said it back to him. "Harold." "Yes!" He buried his face in the hollow of my neck, and quickened and deepened his pace, my hips rising to meet each thrust. I felt myself tighten around him, every muscle strain closer to him, closer and closer until sweet release. . I screeched, a little loud to get above the wind, but enough to tell him I was not a prostitute, which I found out later, that this spot was a regular pick-up point for men wanting sex.I retreated back into the corner of the bus shelter, all the time looking around to see if anybody else was around but we were all alone.'Come back', he called out, all the time continuing to stroke himself, so I looked away, suspecting he wanted me to see him shoot his load, and I was not going to give him that. You are free to do absolutely anything you like, but people over there willsee you as meat, and if I may say so, you would make a perfect spitroast! Ifyou want to offer yourself, nobody will stop you. Your ID will be valid forprocessing anywhere in Holland. There are exciting games most girls can't resisttrying at least once, with the risk that one of them might get roasted, orharvested in sme other way. I've seen girls go back again and again until theirown turn came. Most girls love the buzz. Sitting next to each other, neither of us demonstrated any hesitancy or game-playing. We are both old enough to have passed that time in our lives. We continued to laugh (Granny Here: he has a great sense of humor - I haven't laughed this much in a long time). I began to shift from my seat in the hot tub, edging closer each time. Soon, my thigh touched hers - she didn't pull away. This was WAAAAY cool!As we continued to talk, I would place my hand on her thigh - she returned the gesture..