And we could barely walk to our room.We were going to our room through the hallway and I happen to search the room key. But I could not find it. She h...d a lot of vodka shots. She didn’t know what she was doing. I was drunk as well. She decided to help me find the room key. She was kissing me and started to remove my shirt in search of the key.She could not find it. Slowly she started removing my pant and searched it. This made me horny and my dick started growing inside my boxers. She felt it. Henry found him outside sitting in a battered Zil limousine. He tossed his bag into the back and climbed in alongside the driver. As the car pulled away, Henry grasped at once the reason why so many Russian leaders used to be seen scowling so frequently.It was dark. The complete lack of street lighting meant that Henry's first impressions of Kushtia would be delayed until the morning. It was probably just as well. The airport road ran into town past a series of factories, cement plants, steel. I parked there, shut off the engine, rolled down the window and waited. I didn't have to wait long.A grey, small compact car drove by, and then turned around at the end of the parking lot and slowly crawled by my position. He had his lights on low, and he was looking over at me. He stopped in front of the van, waited for about 5 seconds, and then pulled ahead a few yards and pulled his car in and parked.He wasted no time, and he got out and walked into the dark woods along one of the well. A pool. A naked chick.I've seen those old cartoons where Daffy Duck treads the desert, sees a beautiful pondful of refreshing water, and leaps into it, getting a mouthful of sand in the bargain. I've seen those cartoons, and I ain't playing. I may be ignorant of the desert ways, and stupid for not checking the temperature, but one thing I am not is gullible. And there is no pool at the top of this mountain, and no cutie getting her jollies in it, and she is not looking at me right now with a.