This is the 1st time I saw him w/o his shirt on and his glistening body from sweat and his broad shoulders, buffy chest, and that forming abs kinda go...ten me off my trift for a sec. He approaches me and slowed down.He greeted me and I greeted him back. But there was a sound of weakness, cracks and shaking from my voice that gave me away. Trent asked what was wrong and I began sobbing. He put his big strong arms around my shoulders and it was the most comforting feeling that kinda gotten to me. No one was looking for sex meetings here. Only for friends.This "what I am looking for" was the same in every profile: "friends"I looked at different profiles and stayed with a member, I liked his profile picture and I clicked on it. In his gallery he had some pictures of himself and I thought he was very nice. In his description he mentioned Turkish, a little German and English as languages. I clicked on the invitation and left him the message "Beautiful pic's"When I checked my inbox the next. Intha pengal athanaal thaan veru aangalai ooka aasai padugiraargal endru solinaan, enaku ippozhuthu kuda avargalidam number vaanga thondra vilai. Avargal udan aangal vanthu irupathaal kojam avargalidam pesi pazhaga konjam siramamaaga irunthathu. Naan mundravathu beer kudithen, ennal nerga nadakave mudiya villai.Mundru beer kudithathaal enaku chu chu vanthathu, athanaal naan en nanban idam chu chu selgiren endru soli vitu keezhe irangi sendren. Antha baril motai madiyil bar irukum aanal keezhe. Was I prepared for what was to come? You bet I was.I'd 'borrowed' my dad's camera, a Canon EOS 1D with all the bits and pieces that had cost him a couple of grand second-hand. That was a year ago and after a month of frantic use it had been pushed in the cupboard with all his other toys and he'd moved onto a huge train set that he was building in the garden shed. That was my dad for you, impulsive and quickly distracted, it was a good job he was well paid or his constant changing of hobbies.