..Some time later, elsewhere in the world, a man named John came upon"The Gift of Tongues." The title excited him, and his heart beat rapidly as he do...nloaded the story. He began to read and his excitement grew, as did his erection, which he stroked and fondled gently, imagining little Missy's touch. Every sentence stirred him, every erotic image deepened his arousal, and he masturbated with sweet abandon until, having held out quivering on the edge to the very end, he exploded in orgasmic. Swerving to miss the numerous potholes on the sand and dirt road, it entered the square spinning up plumes of sand. Getting out of the taxi Ray paid the driver, grabbed their bags, and made their way into the garden of sand. Stopping just inside, Ray and Bridget eyed the garden and its fruit trees growing around the edge of the whitewashed walls."How the hell can you grow fruit trees in sand?" Ray said nudging Bridget.Dropping their bags where they stood they, climbed the steps to the roof. As. Junior had started hanging on myevery word once he learned I was in the computer business. I could see I was rising in esteem inhis eyes every minute. We had something in common, computers, and I was definitely the master.He was taking computer science courses at a local college.Jimmy explained that we would be having an early dinner since he had forgotten about Cathy'spiano recital that evening when we had made the plans for my visit. I was welcome to comealong. I begged off as I had only. I was immediately attracted to him. He was a few years younger than I, about 35 and like me married. Scott was his name and we happened to be attending the same conference. We talked about our jobs then our wives then we talked about sex. He was strictly into receiving pleasure and I was more into giving pleasure. He asked about anal sex and I said I do not do anal and have not done it; I prefer to blow and jack guys off. He was happy with that and we paid our bar tab. He told me to.