All the time we were talking I had the stiffest cock that I had ever had, I was more than ready to take him up on his offer of a BJ. We talked about h...w it may affect our friendship or even how it may bring us closer together as friends. We continued to chat about it and the sexual tension in the van was electric and we just could not wait for us to find a dark private place to pull into and make talk/fantasy into a reality.As we reached a dual carriageway the traffic was becoming less and less. ”“That’s not true,” he objected, “there was that girl last year.”“Yeah, but that was only because she didn’t believe it the first time.”“Hey, I resemble that remark.”My phone interrupted us by chirping. The incoming text was from Cal saying that they were on the plane and about to set off.“Well,” I said, “they’re on the way.”“How long does it take?” Mike asked.“About two hours. Cal’s taken the book I bought her for her birthday with her to read.”“What was it again?”“La Nilsson. It’s the. He was fascinating to listen to: he had been all over Europe and talked intimately of different cities. Besides his native French and his colloquial English, he also spoke German and Italian fluently and passable Spanish. About halfway through my third Margarita I knew I had already had too much. I remembered what Betty’s dad had said so I stood up and excused myself. Betty said she would finish her drink and meet me in the suite. Alain stood up when I did and took my elbow and walked me to the. In the back of his mind, Curt knew that there would be no way to fulfill that fantasy... but the images and desires were just so strong that they were impossible to ignore. Quickly, Curt poured his coffee and headed for his office before someone else came into the room.Curt opened the door to his office and promptly dropped his briefcase and jacket on a chair near the entrance. Sitting down at the desk, Curt noticed that he already had a message on the telephone. Picking up the handset, Curt.