So I'm in San Diego on research leave. Researching a Danish author whose works cannot be found in most Californian libraries, though both of his novel... have been translated into English and his works -- Samlede Skrifter -- are available in a single fat paperback in Danish. That fat Danish paperback and my Danish-English dictionary had been carefully transported from Toronto to San Diego by American Airlines and now constituted my "research library." Having combed the bibliographical tools. He could see it was that cute black driver that was always smiling at him and calling him sweetheart or honey. Sure, she called everyone that, but Lenny liked to imagine that she actually meant it when she said it to him. It was one of the only bright spots in his lonely life. He felt a sense of relief when she waved at him. He could see her eyes sparkling from across the street. Lenny, like many of his friends, had completed his associate’s degree at Joliet Junior College. His was in. Anyway, I was heading out of town through a quiet little district, when Isaw two young girls unloading furniture and the like from a transit van. Idon't know why but something made me pull in a couple of hundred yards up theroad, and I sat there for a few minutes watching them in the mirror. They wereboth young, possibly late teens more likely early twenties, both quite attractiveand, more important as far as I was concerned, alone. An idea began to formin my head, if I could get in their place. On the way back to there house they asked us if we'd ever been with another man. And I was scared at first, because I didn't want to scare off my friend.That was until he blurted out that he's wondered what my cock tasted like, and how it would feel up his ass since we were k**s.Thank you liquid courage! We finally got back to their place and we started off kissing the girls, rubbing their nipples and pussies through their clothes and they were getting wet, they both looked like they had pissed.