She is already wet between her legs, her mind in a fog from his tender kisses. Lifting up her short skirt she slides the thin material down her hipsan... her legs. As she holds them in her hands she sees the evidence of her passion on the thin cotton. Smiling she reaches down with her other hand and feels the soft slippery wetness he has created with his kisses and gentle touches. As she anticipates what is to come from his request, she tucks the panties into the pocket of her skirt. Sighing she. It was already light and he could hear sounds in the street outside the villa. Suddenly the events of the night before came flooding back and he felt a terrible feeling of dread. Ann! He had left her with that man… he struggled to remember the stranger’s name… Yes! … Daniel! As he raised himself, he became aware that Ann was lying beside him in the bed. She was asleep, her face wearing an expression of utter relaxation. James gently lifted the sheet and looked at her. Completely relaxed, completely on autopilot, barely recognizing the whisper I saw a questiomnaire. I started to fill out the form, answering question after question, relaxing further and further into a trance, drifting out of consciousness.Hours later I awoke in my bed. My head hurt and it was dark outside. I opened my phone - to find no callers. I looked at the date... It was Sunday night! How long had I been out?? Confused, and quite nervously I ran my hand through my hair... wait a. We wanted to find out where the hot cruising spots were. Serendipity would have it that we just sort of stumbled onto a few great places. We saw several men walking the streets. Hot-looking men, too. We cruised up and down a certain well-to-do street (that seemed to be a real hotbed of bodies) a few times and then parked our car and walked back to a bookstore we had passed earlier. They had a lot of lusty-looking fuck books, both straight and gay, that you could pick and just browse.