The woman I still loved. I was near panic….trying to get a grip on the emotions and feelings coursing through my veins. Those feelings I had buried ...o many years ago were out of the box I had locked them away in. In my hands, my very meager hands was the face of the most beautiful girl I could have ever hoped for intermingling with flashes of the mother and woman she is today. It took every ounce of my being to let go of her face. I couldn’t let go of her….so I just slowly slipped my hands. .. oh yes!” he gave an lower arm crude salute, thinking of a half Siamese girl with surprisingly big tits... “Well don’t get your hopes up mate, could be anyone, but they are all a bit tasty ... well most of them,” chuckled Bob.They neared the female facilities and Bob hushed his little gang with fingers to his lips. They were fingers like hammer handles, massive, long and thick with knuckles like walnuts, scarred and dirty nailed, to fit with his burly six foot seven chunky dirty T shirt clad. I wasn't disappointed when my eyes latched onto a man sitting at the far end of the bar staring at me intently. I smiled and raised my glass and watched as he did so too. He then got up and came over and sat next to me. "Nice looking outfit" he said as he sat down. "You come here often?" he then added. Corny line, but still it always worked. "Only when I'm thirsty" I replied as I looked at him. I could see him trying not to stare at my tits through my blouse and smiled, "You like what you. Once I got up there, Cliff was waiting for me. Observing him entirely for the first time, without a bar counter dissecting him; I saw he was wearing shorts and a green t-shirt. On the front of the t-shirt there was a yellow diamond surrounding a blue globe, which was dissected by a thin white slanted banner, which I immediately recognized as the Brazilian flag. In small print below the diamond, several dates appeared.Without any conversation, my body was now propelled into one of the.