As I sat and smoked, I pondered the coming rendezvous and reminisced about my past. Clara and I had known each other since my trip down the peninsula...thirty-six years earlier, after obtaining the doctorate. We had met on the coach trip to Todos Santos. Clara had boarded the packed coach in Tijuana where Eugenia had her raised by other family members, and sat in the back. By the time I had boarded the only remaining seat had been next to her; it could be called fate as we were destined to. She took a shower, and when she was finished I did the same. When I walked into the room I saw her sitting there naked reading Super Hot Sex, a book I had picked up to improve my stroke. I took the book away from her and kissed her deeply, which she returned in equal force. As I was kissing her and exploring her curves, her hands were doing the same to my body. I started heading south with my kisses, caressing her tits while I sucked her nipples for a short time. Then I began heading south,. I really loved his masculine features and I wanted a man that would dwarf me in size so I would really feel feminine.He seemed like a normal, cool, laid back guy, and was a few years older than me. We agreed to meet at my apartment. The entire time I waited for him to arrive, I was so nervous I had to take a couple of shots. Hearing the buzzer ring, I steadied myself and buzzed him up. After I opened the door slowly, and sure enough, there he was, the hunk of a man was standing in my doorway.. They had skinny-dipped in the water off the sandbar a time or two with some of Bull’s friends, and sometimes when he took her fishing, he wore shorts and no shirt.She had caught glimpses of him when she could, and over time learned how he got every scar from Iraq on his back and legs. She could also picture his 6-pack abs by just closing her eyes, making herself wet in the process. Of course, she never let him know a thing about that.The plan has been to leave for the cabin in the morning, but.