I thumbed up to show my admiration.An Englishman, wearing nothing but a hat, manifested the beauty of life and asked me if I needed Viagra. I denied, ...aughing.The English like it noisy. I saw one of them fucking missionary, while she set the pace under him with “faster” or “slowly” or so. After his relieve they introduced themselves by their given names.Another one was plunging two fingers passionately deep into a pussy to make the woman tremble and scream. Just as they finished a hawker passed. "Might as well get rid of this stuff too," he mumbled. He opened one bottle after another and dumped their contents into the cup. For good measure, he emptied a half-empty bottle of cologne into the cup as well. He'd stopped wearing the scent when some girl had commented that he smelled sweeter than she did. Eddy took a step toward his toilet to flush the unlikely mixture, but just then he heard a beep from his computer. Someone was trying to get his attention. He put the concoction back on his. I'm not complaining! Zack and I were never really close growing up, but since I moved back home, we have started to realize that we do have quite a bit in common. We were both into hunting, fishing, and being outdoors. Since we realized we like a lot of the same things, we've been kind of inseparable. The two of us had a very playful relationship. We wrestled, picked on each other (in the nicest way of course), and dare I say... flirted. We never did that around our family though. But in public. Not that the desire ever went away.She even confessed a little passive interest in other women, but had no idea how to approach that subject. I filed that little tidbit away in my brain for future reference.Anyway, I brought her to completely understand that I, long ago, separated sex and love. I had no problem with her getting fucked by others if that is what she wanted to do. I explained that I might fuck other women, and might bring one home with me, but I would always come home to her. I.