I flipped on the light and complained, “Damn, you weren’t kidding about waking up early. You’re up before the fucking roosters.”John apologize..., “Sorry about that, the good news is I made my bed.”I got out of my bed, walked over to his bed and surprisingly a quarter did bounce off it. I praised him, “Good job! Since we’re up early let’s go do some PT. After that we’ll catch a shower and then make some MREs for breakfast.”We headed out to the track and even though I hated it, started to run. That sort of thing. If you ask me, what the media and the world at large need are more positive stories. Maybe then the world wouldn’t be the depressed, angry place that it is today. Anyhow, enough about my rants. I’ve got a story to share with you. Most people haven’t heard of Djibouti Christians any more than they’ve heard of Arab Christians. The fact is that both exist. Last year I dated this handsome young man named Joseph Farouk, a Lebanese Christian. I really liked him and we had a. He was talking in French and both Adele and I were fluent in that language and it was obvious that he took the pair of us for whores placed there for his entertainment. He was so drunk there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise because it would be a complete waste of time.I used his wallet from his back pocket to discover he had a yacht parked at the nearby marina and we decided we would take him back to it rather than let him alone and probably wind up with him being rolled for his. To my amazement she got up and turned the sunbed towards me, laid back on it opened her legs and began pushing the chocolate bar in and out of her cunt. I see quite clearly her cunt now covered in chocolate, what a sight!!. She then called out ‘Hello James, come on, I know your looking at me wanking with the ‘Mars’ bar, come and lick the chocolate off my cunt!’. I hurried through the adjoining garden-gate and approached her. ‘Come on lick my pussy before my girlfriend arrives, you can have suck.