Jack & I looked at each other with a puzzled look on our faces. Neither of us had any idea of what she was doing.Then Al stood on the bed & started do...ng a slow bump & grind dance,with teasing brushes over her tits & her crotch. She looked at us & asked if we liked what we saw. Naturally we both said hell ya, she said well it's going to get better. I'm standing there thinking what the hell is she doing.In a flash she got out of her clothes,standing there bare ass naked, then she laid down right. The most notable of these happenstances was when I encountered a bulky farmer who was attending a trade show in the city, and who ended up spending two nights with me at my hotel. On the first evening, I had a rather naïve, if somewhat enjoyable encounter with him.As we lay on the bed afterwards, chatting, I mentioned that I particularly enjoyed Thai food and mentioned that there was an excellent restaurant that I loved visiting during my stays. I was then amazed that he had never eaten Thai. Timeless. Enduring. Features that have been desirable for generations. Her hair spills onto the pillow and frames her in a way that photographers spend hours trying to duplicate. The tensions of the day have faded from her face.He studies her mouth for the ten thousandth time. The mouth that kisses him good morning on the shoulder while he shaves. The mouth that bids him farewell as they part ways for the day. The mouth that greets him when the day's work is done. The mouth that shares. She is only ch!ld and lives nearby. Our father's are colleagues.Anna passes by our house on her way back from school. Often with her best classmate, annex girlfriend intriguing Irene.Anna has short dark hair, plays field hockey. Far left wing attacker in local first women's team. As well as later in politics.Anna lives less than a mile from me, at the very last lane in our city, on a hill bordering Germany, a villa with large garden.Anna leaves with her parents to the Ardeche in France, where.