He reminisced how they made love in this very river, their bodies moving together, fully embedded in each other, completely surrounded by water, itsel... constantly moving. They made love; REAL love, the way the poets described how love should be. These memories kept him alive during many hopeless nights in the jungles of the central highlands of Vietnam.Suddenly, Lenny stepped back onto the ice, gasping aloud. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Painted on the stone, faded but still quite. ...come to meand he sure did, my eye were lock with him the second he saw me waiting alone in the loby near the elevatorin his white swimsuit he smile at me and came to me''here follow me''he offer me his hand , i looked around and followed the older guy to his roommy knees hit the floor once he close the door i was weak looking up at him sliding his swimsuit down his bbc out , holding it for my hungry mouth ''i knew you wanted this the second you look at it''i moan on his bbc he ask me as. It was like two business men on a trip. we greeted each other and took the elevator to the room. Rick was such a gentleman! we talked for a little while about sports, drank a few beers and as i was sitting on a lounge chair he approached me and began taking my sneakers and socks off. he caressed my legs up until the bottom of my shorts. i enjoyed his touch and felt at ease. i suggested we take a shower to break the ice and he agreed.all my inhibitions disappeared as we entered the shower. It was the second time I had fingered a pussy. Doreen was my first cousin and two years my junior. Bill was fifteen years older than she was, and her second husband. The first one had divorced her when they discovered it was improbable she would have children. I carried the drinks back to the table. We chatted about family, the state of the traffic on my trip up from Essex and generally put the world to rights. The landlord called for last orders. Bill gulped the remains of his pint down and.