The doc said I have retrograde amnesia. I don't remember much about my life before the lightning strike. I remember some skills, but faces, names, and...places are a complete blank. I can do my job, but I'll need help for a day or two, someone to show me the way from one class to another, make introductions, those sorts of things. I'm sitting in front of you right now because I thought you should know about my memory loss. Frankly, I would prefer keeping my problem a secret; it's embarrassing.. She caresses my cheek and gently kisses me. I pull her close. I feel so hot. I want to share my warmth with her. I am hungry for her. I kiss her hard. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. I spread my legs and she presses her thigh against my mound while I do the same to her. Our tongues meet and play in the strong kiss.She moves her hand down my side and massages around my breast until she reaches the edge of the areola. She then uses her fingertips to massage my areola and nipple.. A funny thing about diving:after spending the afternoon looking at fish in their natural habitat,you find yourself craving seafood. We went over to the east side of theisland and had fish tacos and margaritas at a little bar on the beach.The east side of Cozumel island is completely undeveloped, and there's noelectricity. (The bars operate off propane and ice chests.) Stan and Itook the proverbial "long walk along the beach," enjoying the waves andsky and sand. It was a perfect moment, and. It was straight and erect. Then with no words but kind of in a hurry; John pulled my shirt over my head and then with a flow, worked my pants and then the underwear to my ankles. There we were; both standing face to face, with our cocks at attention very proudly. I remember, John had to pull me down to the carpet on top of him. Our stiff cocks were kind of in a sword fight and rubbing eagerly with each other. Once again, John found my mouth and we were kissing. I simply was just like a zombie.