Very sexy. Thank you, Johnson.”The next day Mrs Johnson dropped in on her husband.“You must be Jane,” she said with a smile. “My husband has t...ld me all about how helpful you’ve been.”She went into her husband’s office and he lingered by Jane’s desk for a moment.“I just haven’t told her how damn sexy you are,” he whispered with a wicked smile. “You really need to do up that top button if you’re expecting me to get any work done here.”Jane tried really hard to dress demurely the next day. Mr. You, lying on the rug in front of the fire, the flickering flames bronzing your skin and making your brown eyes burn amber. Even now, flames make me think of your eyes, the volcano of passion that hides behind their mildness. I remember trying to hold on to the memories, the days, the moments slipping through my mind like grains of sand in a timer, a life slipping through my fingers with nothing I could do to stop it… nothing but… Oh it is still painful, that memory, that moment when I saw you,. Over many years I figured out that the entire 4 day weekend of the Kool Jazz Festival made it perfect hunting for Big Black Cocks. The straight/bi men would spend several hours enjoying music and partying then travel back to KY horny and needing to release before going to their hotels.Every year starting on Thursday night I'd shave my face and body, shower, then wear very short but loose shorts and a lightweight t-shirt with Nikes down to the Newport floodwall. At 10 PM guys would start. Jane put her index finger to her lips. ‘Shh! That’s an MI-6 secret. I could tell you,’ she smiled, ‘but then I’d have to kill you!’ She burst out laughing. ‘Well, that photo looks like it was taken in their suite at Rick’s Cafe Americain, in Vienna. The very room where my story took place.’ Jane perked up again. ‘Do you remember the room number?’ ‘Of course. I had room 68, right across the hall. Their suite was number 69.’ ‘Sixty-nine? You’ve got to be kidding,’ Jane said. ‘Yeah, it does seem a.