”“On me too,” Marty commented. “I’m no lawyer, but apparently it’s true.”Marty let Josh go first. Through the double-doors the décor ch...nged from thirties chrome to an appropriate red velvet brothel-Victorian. Behind the counter was a woman, late fifties Josh estimated, with dyed blonde hair and an enormous chest on display above a very low-cut green dress. Her cleavage probably reached all the way down to China.“Hello soldier, I’m Leanne. What’s your pleasure today?”“A girl please, Leanne.”“Of. . and then the taste...However, before I had the opportunity to think any more on such a subject, I was brought into the now by a delicate knocking on the hotel room door. Tap, tap, tap...Shit ! I wasn't quite ready ! I hadn't intended to be stark naked when you arrived. That was being a touch too presumptious I felt. After all, it had been five years and neither of us were quite sure how we would feel, being in each other's company again.Tap, tap, tap...Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around. I like this because it is very uninhibited, people feel immediately relaxed. It is unpretentious an sensual. In fact it is a bit like being at the beach,which is another thing I love, but that is another story. In France the tradition is for people to remain dressed, although sometimes ladies will wear lingerie. Of course when the fondling and the feeling starts, clothes fall off, and when the fucking happens people are as naked as when they were born! In Spain it is less fun because single. After the shock of this as it were had worn off & us not hearing anything from anyone we knew we would be at it again a week later’ It was then a guy sent a message asking if we would be up for a gangbang with him & his mates’ We both said no but a couple of days later he asked again & this got me thinking back to the DVD’s & after a bit really got in to the idea’ I sent a message back saying yes we might be up for it & to send some pics of himself’ Well fuck me only moments later some popped.