One of them appeared to be very nice, also first timers and we hit a “vibe”.We basically all agreed on meeting and maybe just looking, nothing ser...ous. This is even more erotic, look but don’t touch?We met shortly after dark, I just got off work and was still in my scrubs (am a male nurse). We met in a motel. The couple brought something to drink, and so did I. We had a few drinks and started talking.The couple was there before I arrived, and did not turn on the air conditioning. It was over 80. You know how I get. Just talking about this stuff makes my fingers itch.aroslav: So you felt the—what's Doc call it?—connection?TONY: I made the connection. You know, feeling it is something that came later. I think feeling implies something conscious. Making the connection is subconscious.aroslav: Have you noticed that sometimes you talk like someone much older?TONY: Oh. You mean I'm pretentious?aroslav: That's not what I meant...TONY: I suppose I am. It was almost a game when Dumpling and I. She wasn't a Muslim for the council was directing most of the cities welfare revenue into their own mythology and its sister organizations and anybody outside the circle of Islam was pretty well on their own. However, today wasn't a day he was ready for sympathy or compassion. "Tell you what madam," he snapped. "I'll give you twenty dollars and then buy you a coffee if you suck me off". The woman automatically took a step back, her mouth opened but no sound came forth and her whole expression. ..!" Ashley's voice from behind the door. Tasha cocked her head, listening, waiting. There was a kind of humming that went along with the machine, and she could tell it was Ashley, "Mmmm... mmmmmm...mmmmmmm!" It was sort of a sweet sound, like a little k** eating ice cream and exclaiming its creamy goodness after every lick. Tasha smiled."Oooooo wooowwwww!"Wow? Tasha wondered? Or "Ow?" She listened carefully, the sound of the machine growing louder."Ohwowohwowohwow!" The words were running.