’ And she did.Donna's Appetite ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­I have mentioned Donna’s mismatched eyes before. It is st...ange what goes through one’s mind at certain times. It would be inappropriate to explain in detail (although I am sure some of you will guess) why it was that, at this precise moment, all I could see of Donna was her eyes as I looked down upon her. To say I was in a state of some arousal will suffice. Despite an approaching orgasm I found myself dwelling on those sparkling. Off again in the early hours, stiff cold and in need of a brew of tea, we finally arrived at our harbourmaster friend`s office a little bedraggled, shortly before dinner. The weather fast-drying we loaded the goats, dog, plus the odd things we needed for the night, and wife, collected our groceries from the shop, and then munching hot pies and swilling pop we left the van with Tam still loaded, and away we went into the afternoon swell. The island looked oh so inviting as we finally slid. It had been messy and I’d ended up looking stupid and getting a bit hurt. Now here I was John and Stephen was me and I really owed it to him and to myself to handle it better than I did in my youth.And then it occurred to me that maybe Stephen was a virgin.And as soon as I thought it, I knew it had to be true.And now there was a very inappropriate dampness spreading between my legs.I mollified my tone:“Look Stephen, please don’t send me gifts, okay. I’m not going to be your girlfriend but. ’ Instead of standing around like the easy targets are, we follow the buss crowd to the parking garage and into a train station. Leo manages to get service and plots us in the direction of the Koala hostel. An hour and a half later we arrive, exhausted from an extra half an hour trip spent walking around looking for the hidden place. It’s inside of a courtyard filled with tiny Italian cars that we weave around. The clock shows nine above the photo collaged receptionist’s desk. All young,.