She smiled and replied: “Shut up, is just a good looking man”“I know what you are thinking… he is not gay” she whispered in my ear.I smiled ...nd challenged her to prove I was wrong. She did not even answer me; just closed her beautiful eyes and rested her head on my shoulder.When we were about half an hour from landing, Ana woke up, telling me she was going to the toilette. I turned my head, watching and enjoying the soft movement of her round hips when she walked to the aft section of the. I’ll put it on your account and send the tickets to your room as soon as they arrive.”I wasn’t actually planning on going, but it had distracted Annie-May from asking about Summer – even if it was an expensive ploy.“What’s the dress code?” I asked.She pursed her lips. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, I guess. A lot of ladies go in cocktail dresses.”“Is there a fashion boutique nearby? I think my girlfriend might want a new dress for that.” I’d deliberately gone out to emphasize that we were a. Pas le temps de mettre un lubrifiant ou quelques doigts pour pr?parer le temps quand quelqu'un peut surgir d'un instant ? l'autre.Franck avait sa petite id?e sur ce probl?me. Il m'offrit un petit gode pour que je me d?tende comme il disait. Puis ce fut un plus gros, puis un vibromasseur et ainsi de suite?En l'espace de quelques mois, l'ex h?t?ro que j'?tais en ?tait donc arriv? ? se faire offrir des vibros entour?s de petits strings en dentelle rose, tout un symbole!Apr?s les godes, vinrent ?. I’m essentially an old-fashioned guy, who would like to spend his life with one woman until we’re both old and grey and can’t do much more but sit hand in hand, grinning like idiots as we think back to all the stuff we got up to when we still could. And then one of us would die and the other one would follow just days later, thinking: ‘There’s no longer any point.’ Call it romantic, call it stupid, I don’t care. That’s just what I always pictured when I thought of my life. That I ended up.