They have conventional tastes, are easily wowed by blondes like so many foreigners. But I saw only you. Over six feet tall, and taller yet in high hee...s. Flaming red hair. Dramatic brown eyes. A broad, open smile. And from there... well, there used to be a word for it, statuesque."Now she was really blushing. "Or just big boned," she said, a little caustically."Or just beautiful," I said. I could have gone on, had it been polite, to describe all the other things that attracted me-- large, high. ”Well, it’s just that I promised Sue that I wouldn’t tell you.”“Tell me what, Debbie?”“Tell you what she has done.”“Come on, Debbie. Don’t leave me in suspense. I now know something is happening but I don’t know what. I’m thousands of miles away. I have commitments and can’t hop on a plane to come home to find out. I’m going to find out anyway the only thing it changes is the timing.”“But that’s the point. I’m the only one who knows. If you find out she will know it was me.”“Take my word for. ’ John said, “Come into the back room.” He got up from behind the desk and Moe walked to a door and opened it. John put his hand on my back and gently pushed me to get me moving. Moe followed us into the room and closed the door. The room had old Venetian blinds that were closed, casting the room in a soft glow. There was a couple of beat up chairs, a half empty bookcase and a big old-fashioned desk pushed up against the far wall. John and Moe at the same time began unbuttoning their shirts. One of her hands pulled the hem of the skirt up. The other grabbed my hand and pushed it into her panties, pressed fingertips inside her. "Like that." She gasped as my fingers plowed through the folds of skin."I don't want to ruin our friendship." Keep doing that and ... oh fuck yes, just like that ... you won't. I promise."My face still next to hers as she leaned back hard against me, her back arched, her breathing slightly labored. I nibbled on her ear lobe."I love to have that done."My.