Now to the story, After the wonderful Steak and wine and a few dances and a long kiss at the dance floor, the walk in the beachfront was turning on to...being very Erotic and the hormones were raring to go for it, I took Paula in my arms and kissed those beautiful soft pink lips of her and she was excellent with great tongue play, she wanted me badly and vice versa, so paid the restaurant and gave a good tip, and we were in our town car and could not keep our hands away from each other and were. I just turned this app thing on because I want to fuck, I’ve put up a photo of me and I filled in my age and my preference and a brief description. Guys message me with “Hey”... Of course, I deleted the guys who didn’t make an effort.I did have one response that stood out. The guy didn’t have a photo on his profile but he sent a nice message. Lets call him Tony. Tony, complimented me on my speedos, said he loves a guy in speedos. Tony is thirty-nine years old, married (to a woman), likes. ’ Chantal’s blank gaze fell on him and she appeared to give his question a lot of thought. She turned, trying to listen, waiting for someone else to enter the automatic sliding glass doors but no sound came. ‘Well?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Okay. Question number two. What direction according to the compass are you facing?’ ‘I don’t fu … ‘ She paused, turning her head toward Martina and clearing her throat. ‘I don’t know. What does that have to do with anything?’ ‘Direction has a lot to do with. ‘That all of those powerful feelings we shared would still be there.’ ‘And…and was it?’ Ben asked. ‘Are…are they?’ They certainly were for him. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure she had to be able to hear it. Nancy shook her head. ‘What I felt when I saw you wasn’t anything like what I felt when I was with you five years ago,’ she whispered. ‘When I saw you today, I realized if felt different.’ Ben looked into her lovely eyes, not quite sure how to read them. ‘How…how is it different.